My cat is a feral princess! She tap dances around my body at night to tuck me in, then settles just to the side to give me the room I need. She walks us to the door and hides behind our coats to pop out for a snuggle good bye. She is a total attention hog. I always talk to my pets and she is very vocal. She is the voice we hear in the morning calling hello as she steers us to her food dish. A dish she never empties, but insists on it being filled. Our pets share a huge water dish that holds a canister that fills continuously. Soon as it empties, the dog pushes it across the floor to remind us to fill it. As soon as new water goes in, the cat practically sticks her head into the water to get the water dripping out, she gets wet from whiskers to chin.
She runs with the dog, spending evenings running in and out of rooms trying to sneak up on her. They nose each other in greetings, and in the next moment, she grabs the dog with one paw and smacks her with the other. We only had her two months before Christmas last year, she touched the tree once, I used a spray bottle and she never touched it again. This year, she didn’t even try. She knocks things off counters and shelves, she loves my plants and apparently blueberry muffins! If I reprimand her, the dog runs over and monitors her behaviour to be sure she doesn’t continue being a brat.
After our previous darling cat passed away, we couldn’t see getting another. This one, stepped into all of our hearts, with all four paws right away. Hook, line and sinker! Even hubby is mush around this little ball of fluff. She has started caterwauling at the door if she isn’t allowed in with us, most recently she added throwing herself at the door. She wasn’t a replacement pet, she was a selected addition to the family. I am Sola, I am Queen!
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