There is something to be said for having a baby in the house again.
Something sweet, curious, and naughty going on. She attacks and cuddles and runs around like a maniac. She sleeps in my bed and when I roll over on her she doesn't move. She bites me, scratches me, and sleeps in my arms.
I watched her wander into the chicken coop this morning hissing at the hens, who does that?!?! I watched her run full speed into a sleeping dog and hiss at the dog for it. I watch her eat dog food while the dogs look on helplessly. She walks around like lit fuse, sparking, popping, and hissing at anything that moves. The other cats have taken a hit out on her: pretty sure Ladybug is the Hit Man. Her life is in constant danger.
And yet I love this crazy little thing almost as if she was a dog.
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