Well, errrrrr, maybe ornery-sassy-moody little sweetie some days. But I couldn't live without her, even on those days because of all these things:
// She rubs up against my legs when I get home and kneel down to her.
// She comes and finds me and leads me back to her food and water bowls when they need to be filled.
// She knows whenever I'm upset and I can always tell by the tilt of her head that she's concerned.
// She runs so fast around our apartment that she has to put her claws out to stop herself on the wood floor.
// She hops up on the bathroom counter every morning while I get ready for work.
// Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, she is creepily staring at me. I like to think that it's because she's protecting me but she's probably plotting her revenge on me for the times that I've forced her to ride in the car.
// She sniffs the air, it makes me laugh.
// She has a permanent coffee moustache that makes me smile.
// She can sense those evil kinds of people who don't like cats.
// She runs to the door whenever she hears Greg's keys jangling as he's coming up the stairs.
// Aaaaaaand...because....well, look at that face.
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