You may remember that my daughter has a rag doll cat. Her name is Val but I call her Bubba (the cat that is). Anyway she grew up – and out. Most of it is fur but she has the softest, sloppiest tummy I’ve ever had my hands on.
She takes life pretty seriously and she stares at you as if she’s trying to suck the thoughts out of your head. Either that or drill into it that she needs food immediately.
She likes doing normal cat things like sleeping
and sleeping in uncomfortable places trying to look as if she’s perfectly comfortable
She likes having a lick with the flag pole up
and attacking you over the top of the lounge with her crazy eyes on.
She loves her new play station
but enjoys sitting in a box just as much
or on an empty dinner plate left lying about
But most of all she loves cuddling her Mum.