She used to be my kitty, with a love for everything and everyone, but over the years, she seems to have evolved into a one person cat. Now, a bitter old lady, she loves my husband to no end, while wanting nothing to do with anyone else. In fact, when called out to or touched by someone other, she will actually look offended. I remind her, often, that she was once my cat, that I raised her with love. One can almost see the little squiggly “hate fumes” emanating out of her head in response. We lerve her so.

Old kitty,

Rude kitty,

Little ball of hate.

Angry kitty,

Cranky kitty,

Grr Grr Grr.

Happy Caturday!