It's My Life

Aha, no wonder, then. Anything, be it cat, or human, needs more than a dime-sized blob of that stuff on them for it to do anything. Speaking of funny cat stories, I was sitting in my living room reading, today, when Princess, the older cat, curled up in a wicker laundry basket that was empty otherwise, and just decided to go to sleep in there. My grandmother came in, and laughed at her. She had been so quiet before, that I didn't notice her until my grandmother pointed her out to me. That's unlike her. She thinks she's a human and that she can talk.