Posse is super skitty & if I (heaven help me) am seen to be blocking her way out of a room, she panics. I can be walking into the kitchen while she is eating & she thinks I am trying to “get” her. I walk into my bedroom & she thinks the same thing. I cannot just “walk” into any room - I have to be aware of where she is & how she is feeling. Yeah, ok, I am a sucker but it sure beats the watching the panting & sheer stress on her wee face.

She is one needy little beast too. Wherever I am, she is. If I walk into the bedroom while she is in another room she will sprint into the room & onto the bed & then demand to be loved. And then race back into any other room I am inhabiting at that time. She is of Burmese heritage, as is evidenced by the russet coloured fur nearest her skin. And by her very high pitched meows. And her obsessive behaviour & serious trust issues. I am not even allowed to pat her woolly belly. That in itself is just plain mean!

She is a real chatterbox & does not shut up unless she is sleeping. Even then she sometimes chirps in her sleep or if I pat her. I ask her if “Timmy is down the mineshaft” again.

Worst of all, she is a serial puker! So much so that I call her “The Barfinator”. If I give her tuna she eats & eats until it is all gone, then jumps on furniture & promptly barfs - all down the couch/bed, down the side of couch/bed & all over anything in the near vicinity. Yup, she is good at power puking. I gave her some mince last nite & yep, that ended up on the floor. These “deposits” usually have a hairball hiding in them too. I can groom her many times a week yet she still barfs up a hairball. Maybe she is grooming the neighbourhood kitties too.

I don’t know what they put in those cat biccies, but they sure do stain the carpet. I don’t think there is a bit of carpet that hasn’t been barfed on by The Barfinator. Not sure if she is trying to sabotage the bond on the place or just trying to drive me insane, slowly but surely. ICK!