Walked through the living room and there she was, sitting placidly in the box. Not hiding, not playing, just there.
This is our little gray rescue cat. Can you call it a rescue if you acquire it by luring it into your garage with food and then trapping it? A couple of times someone has dropped kittens off in the neighborhood. I’m sure they thought that one of these little old ladies would adopt them, and in this case they were right, but it still makes me mad.
She’s pretty good cat, as far as cats go. Very affectionate, loves to be with her people. Person really, she loves him, but she’ll take me if he’s not around. She’s almost obedient. I can get her to come to a spot or jump up or down three or four times before she gets bored and stops. She’s the only cat I’ve ever met that will do things for attention.