As I said earlier this week, I spent the weekend at Mom’s.
This greatly upset a certain someone:
While she is fluffy and adorable, and sinfully soft, Miss Winnie is not a fan of people.
Oh, she adores my Dad. And I she tolerates, and maybe just a little bit, likes Mom. But to Winnie, the rest of the world can take a hike. Me especially.
As soon as I walk in, I get a look of pure and utter disdain that just screams “Why are YOU here again???”
And though she doesn’t like people, she’s not one of those cats who runs and hides from company. No… Winnie sits there and stares you down. She follows you from room to room, distrustful of your motives.
When I’m in the basement quilting, she watches me from the back of a chair.
…her tail, swishing about in annoyance.
In the living room, she reposes on her curl, but never takes her eyes off you
Even when you want to get a little shut-eye. She’ll just jump up on the bed…
And stare at you until you fall asleep.
She’s cute… but she’s kind of a creep.