That Damn Cat must have figured out that I am the one who buys her food and treats. Either that or I smell like raw meat. She has been snuggling with me every time I sit down for the last few days.
Don't get me wrong, I like it. It has been so long since I had a cat to snuggle with, and I have missed it terribly. I am just noticing.
Of course, That Damn Cat sheds like crazy. I had forgotten how funky cat hair up the nose felt. Blech. It is kind of gross to pet her and then see the cat hair flying through the air. Little Sprout stole the cat brush and lost it, so I am going to have to put that on my shopping list for the next time I am in town.
That Damn Cat likes to sit on my lap while I am crocheting, which is pretty durn funny. She lays across the yarn, and then when I tug on it to try and pull a little more out of the skein she goes completely bonkers. She starts pawing at the yarn, jumping around and biting at it.
Thank goodness she is declawed, or I would be in pieces right about now.