I love my sweet little cat. She likes to "help" her mommy make up the bed. I was putting the quilt on my bed and she stayed in the middle. All I could see was a little lump. Silly girl. Then she wiggled up to the top and her head was poking out. Allie is such a wonderful little companion. She really has a sweet little meow. Until I take her to the vet and she starts sounding agitated and distressed and the fur is flying. She doesn't much like it when I pick her up either. I get the protest meow..."Noooooo, don't pick me up." She tells me when her bowl is empty. She meows at me if I fix cereal or am drinking milk, she wants me to share. If I open something like a can of soup that has a pop top, she starts meowing, thinking she's getting a treat. I got a picture of her "helping" me today.
Allie is a shy girl. She runs upstairs when someone comes over. She has to know it's safe before she'll come back down. Allie does not like the vacuum cleaner either. She hides under the round table or under a bed. I went upstairs earlier and found her under the bed. Don't know what she was hiding from. Tried to lure her out. No luck!
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