A big part of my life is my cat...okay I'm not one of those people who treat their pet like their child, I don't call her my fur-baby but I've had her half my life, since I was thirteen. I have been calling her Crybaby Cat lately due to the fact she runs around the house meowing like crazy, all for attention. I will either meow back at her until she's tired of the game or play with her.
If she isn't sleeping she's following people around the house, eating, meowing, playing with her toys, and sometimes making some silly faces. Does she look twelve to you?
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"Why are you taking pictures of me?" |
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I caught her looking cute and dumb at the same time. |
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"I'm a lion." Okay she's just yawning. |
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"Ha-ha-ha-ha your face is funny." |
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She claims the window sill, warm but no longer in direct sunlight. |
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She loves shoes...loves, loves, loves them. Sometimes I wonder what she'd do if I gave her a baby shoe. I think she'd carry it around like she does with all her toys. |
Disclaimer; Cats are strange. My cat's favorite toys are plushies. She has this dog toy squirrel with a squeaker she loves but can't squeak it herself. she's torn it to shreds but it's hanging in there so it may last a bit more. she'll grab it in her mouth and carry it while meowing like she is doing right now...okay now she's using it as a pillow.
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