Cupid
Furball

"I don't think she said, 'I love you.'"

"I told you not to pet the cat..."

How she lays out in the hallway in pitch black just so she knows we can't see her.

Her 'bird-watching'.

"Lick, lick, lick.."

"I won."

"I hate you all....Oh! You have a Pringle? Oh, pleeease!!! I love you, I love you! Can I have a peice, pleeeeease?"

The 'please cut my head off' pose.

"Yes, your Highness."

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Ok, 5.30 a.m., time to get up!"

Those lovely "presents" she leaves us to clean up.

How when she does something wrong she's always "Your cat."

Brat
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