she's like a cat she got funny ways she likes to scratch and run away she like to cuddle sometimes on other days she like to stay away I keep my distance because I don't know what kinda mood she's in I give her food she thumbs her nose she kicks over the bowl rolls her eyes at me like she's annoyed with my presence and she wish I go away I think that's rude I'm bothered by her attitude she struts around like she owns the place she puts her paws on every thing in the house the strange thing is she's afraid of rats and she won't even catch a mouse she's the cutest thing her eyes are to die for I melt every time she looks at me for the life in me I can't seem to figure out why I don't have the heart to throw her out