Meow

We've been wondering why a small stuffed toy that H brought home from his recent Japan trip kept ending up on the floor.

I caught her doing this --

with precision, determination and with silent grace she had been plucking the toy from atop the table when she thinks we aren't looking and would attack it like it was alive on the floor. The picture was blurry just because I was caught by surprise. We tried to get her to do it again but she definitely knows when the lenses are on her. She hates it when we take her picture.

H and her seem to understand each other so well. She just gives him a look and hubby knows she wants either food or water. She never learned to meow for anything she needs, she just gives you that "ESP" look. I believe she thinks we can read her mind.

One of her habits these days is to drink water fresh from the tap on a porcelain cup that's placed on our bathroom floor. When we get home she'd go straight to our bathroom and chug it down like she hasn't drank one drop the entire day. She totally has us wrapped around her little paws and has turned into some kind of kitty diva.

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