World Class Prima Dona
This pussycat's name is Cookie. She lived with us for almost 5 years. She was born in Franklin, KY and she had that whole Southern Belle thing going on. She was attached to the yellow headed human named Rachel. When yellow head moved out, the little priss went with her, of course. She rarely ventured out of that girl's room if she wasn't home, but the minute she heard that little sports car pull up, it was brown-nose city. Oh mommy, how I've missed you and blah blah blah with the cutesy talk. Blech! She treated the rest of us cats (there were 10 of us for a while - another story) like we were beneath her, so of course we tried to irritate her every chance we got. Get this, this little princess thought she was so special, she would jump from furniture to furniture so she wouldn't have to touch the floor. And she had to have her own litter box, her own food and her own water. I shed no tears when she moved out last year. I hear she now has her own apartment and she spends the day on her third floor balcony like some kind of royalty. I say good riddance!