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May 29, 2007 at 6:50 pm
She has the right idea, but I don’t see how she could handle the steps. Mine like the couch better. Loki prefers the recliner, when she gets a choice.
What breed is she? The hair is throwing me.
May 29, 2007 at 6:52 pm
We think she’s a Labrador-Cocker mix. She’s got a Lab face and the good-natured Lab disposition and Cocker hair.
She sleeps wherever she wants to.
May 31, 2007 at 2:15 am
Karen, testimony to she and the others sleep where ever she (they) want. Even my cleaning lady has complained about the spots left on the wall in the hall way from Ashley sleeping against the wall. I said, hey it’s Ashley she can sleep where ever she wants, and she will.
May 31, 2007 at 8:34 am
Provbers 12:10
May 31, 2007 at 9:36 am
That’s how it is here. Katie and Loki sleep where ever they want. Katie likes to spread out, and her age makes it difficult for her to get on our bed, so at night, she’s spread across the doorway to the bathroom. Loki likes to curl, so she sleeps downstairs, in her recliner. We run into trouble when she thinks MY recliner is hers. Then she goes for the couch. Malcolm (my cat and the boss of the animal population) does whatever she wants. She’s the queen & knows it.
June 1, 2007 at 7:05 pm
Malcolm . . . she?
This is a cat with an identity problem.
Then, again, I once had a female cat named Elmer. But everyone agreed she was wierd, so the name stuck.
She liked corn on the cob. Give her an ear of corn, and she would just work her way back and forth till it was all et up.
Fortunately, since that was back at Pine View Farm, she was an outside cat.
June 2, 2007 at 7:19 am
I got her when she was 3 or 4 weeks old. I wasn’t able to tell correctly, & by the time she was big enough, she was answering to Malcolm. Well, as much as a cat answers when you call them. She also answers to ‘other’ names as well, but we won’t go into that.