I love this puss-cat. She loves to run around the house, helter skelter, with her paws slipping out from underneath her as she bolts for one place or another. She’ll come skidding around the corner, feet flying, and step up my leg ever so gently. She pulls in her claws, or doesn’t press them, being ever so gentle to ensure that I don’t shoo her away from a head scratch.
Who knew that this rascal would make such an impact on our household?