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baronessekatSo I'm sitting here, minding my own business when Alexandra, the oldest of my three felines comes downstairs from her usual hiding spot in the spare bedroom's closet.
Without so much as a by-your-leave she walks over to the toybox, flips it over, grabs a mousey and sits down and plays with it.
I'm dumbfounded. She is the anti-social one. She only comes to be social at night so she only has to deal with me when I'm unconscious. But this ... this voluntarily playing and with the kitten toys????
Um... is there a candid camera crew around here somewhere?
Without so much as a by-your-leave she walks over to the toybox, flips it over, grabs a mousey and sits down and plays with it.
I'm dumbfounded. She is the anti-social one. She only comes to be social at night so she only has to deal with me when I'm unconscious. But this ... this voluntarily playing and with the kitten toys????
Um... is there a candid camera crew around here somewhere?
