Seriously, my cat does have some identity issues here. Not only does she love to engage in doggy pastimes like playing fetch and loudly demands we throw hair bands, plastic-rings and other throwable toys through the room whenever we have a minute (not that she really cares if we do or not).
She is also known to have barked – I kid you not – at the hubby when she was just all cuddly in bed with me and he dares to open the door and come in. It totally cracks me up whenever she makes those woofing noises, it’s hilarious!
Now her new favorite thing, besides being the kitty that bullies the other four of our (fully-grown) cats is trying to open the door to get out of our bedroom. Preferably between 1 and 3 AM. Meowing loudly and piteously, she hops on the nightstand, grabs the doorknob with her front paws and tries to turn it to get out and upstairs.
I guess that’s her telling us that she too thinks that it’s time for us to move and that no, she does not like to be confined in our bedroom at night.
Yes, Nazca is one of those civilized pets who poop into a box, but other than that she’s like a ferocious puppy. I wonder how she’ll like Timber, the big wolf-husky who we’ll move in with. Well, Timber’s going to be in the yard most of the time, but we’ll see how long it takes for the two to make each other’s acquaintance. I predict interesting times 😉