Only sometimes does she live up to her name. This is her usual spot, on top of the sofa, if she’s not following me everywhere since I’m the only one home during the mornings, looking for whatever it is cats sometimes want. And does she choose most inopportune moments to be rubbing against my feet. Not that she would like me to give her food, for there is plenty, but something, something one just cannot figure out! She is an accomplice to the trio slipping onto my bed, undetected, when I’m still in it. Then again, there is no greater joy than waking up in the morning with those three pinning me to the bed. She likes her space, and the other two doggies know that just well enough to give her some. Except, it’s my bed, so when I move, she moves. Not on her own accord, no, hell, but I have to push her; she will only relent to that, otherwise she’ll stay where she is. No highway option. Oh, and those toys. Does she love to play with it from time to time, making a mess on the living room floor, leaving it for us slaves to pick up after her highness. How could we say no???
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