Crazy cat anyone? Anyone? Surely you know about this phenomenon. We're not talking your run-of-the-mill silliness. She doesn't eat spaghetti or play fetch. She is caaarrrraaaazzzzyyyy. Primecandidateforcatprozac Crazy.
|Yep, she's cute and fluffy. Run.|
Sam came to us as a stray on a freezing night in January, a little over a year ago. She loves me. She lets me feed her and has taught me how to open the door when she wants to go out. She even runs to greet me when I come home. "Awwww... that's so sweet", you say? Sure, sure it is. So sweet I can almost forget and try to pet her. Don't. Don't pet her. Let's just say she doesn't approve of that sort of thing.
|Too late now, she sees you.|
The focus of all that love isn't just on me, though. She LOVES all the other animals in the house, as well. They still haven't forgiven me.
|Max wishes he had run...|