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Who's the owner?

Our cat- cute, pushy, talkative, sweet (sometimes), hungry (always!), and now, THE BOSS of our apartment. 

A few weeks ago, I noticed McKayla was scratching her neck and biting her legs...A LOT.  Being the me that I am, I quickly attributed this to the worst possible case of the fleas.  I made an appointment at the groomers ASAP for a flea treatment and a bath.  This was McKayla's first appointment since we adopted her, so I was really picky about where to take her.  I had heard horror stories about what some groomers do to animals and how those animals walk away hurt or with awful haircuts.  EEK!  After reading review after review, I finally decided to take McKayla to http://www.bestlittlecathouse.com/ .  Wyatt dropped her off before work and it was my job to pick her up after work.  When I arrived at the The Best Little Cat House, they walked me to a private room the size of a small office.  There was a bed, food, water, LOTS of room to lounge, and two tall scratch posts.  On that scratch post was McKayla, who did not even flinch when I walked into the room.  HOW RUDE!  As I began to speak to the groomer about what had been done, McKayla obviously recognized my voice and she proceeded to lick my hand.  She hopped off the scratch post and this is what she looked like:

A cute girly pink bow!  AAAAAW!  (Yes, I know she looks like she hates life.)

The odd thing about this entire situation is that the groomers described McKayla to me as "really friendly and active". (EXCUSE ME?) I wanted to respond with, "Oh, no. I'm looking for my cat- the snobby one, the one who doesn't move, who eats a lot, and who doesn't usually like people."  Good to know she's friendly with other people.

BEST NEWS:  NO FLEAS!  They never gave her the flea treatment because they didn't find any fleas on her.  They said she was suffering from skin irritation.  (I asked them to give her some Advantage to prevent fleas...just in case.)

The groomers waved goodbye to McKayla and we went home. 

Last night, she decided she owns the apartment- again.  I was in bed watching TV and felt her crawling up to what I thought would be the pillow.  Instead, the story went like this...

(I realize this is not the most attractive picture of myself, which is why they're smaller than most of the pictures I post, but we had to take a picture of this moment.)

She has found a new home...on my tummy.  WEIRD.


My view for about 10 minutes:

Then for another 10 minutes (she got closer!):

Then she got sick of me and turned around to watch TV...still on my tummy (WEIRD!):

This cat thinks she owns me!  I thought we adopted her!  Who's the owner here!?!?!?

God Bless,
Kat

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