Perl is fascinated with my coffee, and the ceiling
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She sleeps like she pays rent.When she's not sleeping, she's doing her level best to be on the ceiling, whether it's hitching a ride on my shoulders to get to the top of the refrigerator or whatever. Or meowing at me incessantly about being on the ground, as though I'm supposed to somehow fix that.
It's almost tragic because she's so small, and yet wants to be so big.
Sometimes I pick her up and hold her up to the ceiling so she can paw at it. At first I thought maybe she'd realize there's nothing up there and lose interest. No such luck. It just makes her want up there more.
We'll be installing "cat shelves" in the bedroom in short order. Spoiled thing.
And then there's my coffee. Every time I pour a cup she's all over me to see what's in there. Every time, same old coffee - black. She doesn't need any. Terrorist. Murder muffin.
