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I think The Cat is secretly a dog. From the moment I wake up (or she wakes me up by licking my eye, sitting on my hair, jumping on my feet, etc.) to the moment I go to bed, she whines for food. I have never heard a cat beg this much, seriously. Chinchilla thinks she's the stupidest thing ever and routinely flouts this knowledge by standing on the ledge of his cage that's just too high for her to reach. I think he resents that her presence means we can't let him run around all the time anymore.

Also, The Cat has decided that her preferred puking spot is the one 2x3 carpet in an entire apartment of hardwood floors. Which of course means that once a week or so, I wake up to that hacking, choking sound that cats make right before they throw up and have to vault out of bed and get a paper towel under her.

And I love her hopelessly anyway. Sigh.