Starlette wrote:We always thought that was his way of saying, "Screw you!"
This morning I let the dogs in from being outside for a while and Lilly was still on the couch..she doesn't quite know what to make of the dogs yet...but she didn't move off the couch to the bedroom (where I won't let the dogs go in and bother her) but I know the look I got...she didn't have to cuss me. Her scream wasn't at the dogs..it was meant for me and I got one of those "screw you" looks with the not so nice word. If looks could kill...I know where I would be.
She talks a lot. More than any cat I have ever had...even more than a Siamese. Some of it is nice cat talk and some of it she is flat telling me what for. The difference is very obvious.
My husband wasn't too keen on getting another cat (our last one had recently died) but you know me...I always get what I want and he didn't throw a fit. Funny thing....she took to him immediately. When he's home it's like I don't exist. Sleeps in his lap...never sleeps in my lap even when he's gone. So when she's being good and cute and funny and making him laugh...she's his cat. When she's bad..she's my cat.
He likes her because she has so much personality and makes him laugh. Also, she's the first one of any of our pets that has bonded with him and not me. Totally amazing since he is only home one maybe two days a week.
She already has run Sarge (the Pug dog) out of the bedroom at night. If he gets down off the bed she won't let him back in the bedroom.
Poor little guy is terrified of her. He sees her coming and he runs the other way and starts shaking all over.
I may have to RISE but I refuse to SHINE.