Boring-Post about how much I love my little furball-'o-crazy, aka Hermione, aka Babygirl...
She hides in/next to anything. Gasp, a pencil on the floor! Hunker down! They can't see you now, and then you can eat their TOES!!!
She flips the EFF out over greenies. Like gets up in your face and makes noise and runs in circles. drugmedrugmedrugmedrugme!
She chases her own tail, yowling death screams at it. Once, her tail won... Who... the...heck...are...you?!?!?
She hangs out at the window by my bed and chuffs insults to the birds hanging out in the trees. I might not be able to get the one that lives in here... but if YOU ever come in here I'll totally bite your head off!
She is learning not to stalk/kill/pounce on/otherwise annoy Bill... sloooooowly... she got him once, which was scary. It left Bill solemnly quiet for three days while he realized his middle-age and decided to remain the same ol' lovable asshole.
She LOVES table scraps. She once jumped up and hung from the table by her claws for enchiladas. RANCHO SAAAAUUUUUUCE!!!!
She is so much friendlier! She approaches people now. When we moved in she hid under my bookshelf for hours. Now that she knows she's queen of the kingdom, she loves sniffing out newcomers. In the middle of a conversation on Friday, she walked straight up Dad to sniff his mouth. I don't know what halitosis is, but my friend, you gots it!
She sleeps next to me at night to wait for my alarm to tell me to feed her. I'll wait... you just sleeeeep it off... however your fingers will start to look delectable around 8.
I love her, she is my darling little girl with an amazing name (if I do say so myself).
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