Oh, she’s a funny one, this girl.
She’s shy and quiet and timid and apprehensive and skittish and jumpy and aloof and bored…until…
someone sits down at the computer.
Then she will force her way between whomever it is and the keyboard and just stand there…in the way. You can’t really see the screen with a cat in your face and you certainly can’t type with a furry body standing between your arms and you absolutely can’t concentrate with a kitty head nudging into your chin every 10 seconds or so.
The funny part is that she is thrilled with the whole set up. In fact, I’m quite sure that she wonders what my problem is. I can almost hear her saying in her breathy, girlie feline voice, “Oh, don’t mind me. Just keep doing whatever it was that you were doing. I’m completely comfortable.”
And why shouldn’t she be?
She runs the place.
2 Replies to “That Girl”
She can be SUCH a brat! 😛 Ha ha ha!
Best way to describe her. I love her though.