Twinkie, my cat that I’ve had for four months, has turned me into her buddy. She’s grown on me, slowly, casually, and methodically, as she increased my participation as her closest friend. I’m not allowed to go anywhere around the house without her.
She follows me from room to room. Now I know cats do that. But it makes me feel the same way I do when I go shopping for clothes at the mall. She’s like the security guard who sticks with you everywhere, pretending he’s just walking around near you for no good reason until you leave the store. If I run into another room to get away from her, she runs like a gazelle to keep up with me.
If I go to the bathroom, she’s right there with me. As I brush my teeth, she jumps on the sink, sits, and watches me. She likes to lie on the floor while I take a shower. Most of the time Twinkie likes to lie down and spread her full length across the threshold door. I can’t get out the room unless she gets up. Sometimes I have to pick her up; she fights me all the way.
She loves to sit in my bedroom window and look outside. If I make any move, she jumps down and runs in front of me. My favorite thing is to make her think I’m going to one room, then run into another one. Watching her try to keep up with me is hilarious. I consider it part of her exercise as an indoor cat.
She makes me hold her in my arms and cuddle her at least four times a day. Sometimes she will change position so I can cuddle her and kiss her head at the same time. Twinkie loves to have her head kissed over and over. It’s so cute! No matter what I am doing, I allow that interruption. I’ll take a work break, and spend quality time with my cat.
“Twinkie” is her pen name.
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