I’m a dog person through and through but somehow I like my cat more than I like my dog. Yeah, I know, how did that happen?
MJ is very much like a dog in that she follows me around and comes when I call her. Just like a pup she’s a greedy little something who would eat all day long if I let her. The most cat that’s in her is how she takes care of her fur and refuses to get it dirty. She keeps the dog in line with a few swipes to the nose, usually because he’s come in from outside smelling bad and she doesn’t want her fur messed up. To see her lift her big furry paw is the funniest thing ever. I think Gus licks her just cause he thinks its funny. I think it’s funny too.
MJ is four years old, 12 pounds and a ball of love. She likes to be held and sleeps on my pillow and purrs in my ear. She even tries to clean my face from time to time with her extra rough sandpaper tongue. That’s not so helpful but it’s the gesture that counts right?
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