Then she discovered the big wide world and the joys of hiding under beds and scoring coups on bare toes (ow!). She's busy, but only if we're around - otherwise she goes to ground in a hidey-hole, especially at night. That's good because she wears combat boots on those furry little paws, making more noise than a battalion of storm troopers.
This morning I woke at 3am, made the bio run and when I got to my bedroom, Stormy was awake and ready for a day's activities. I shushed her out and shut the door.
At 8am she was waiting at the door and accompanied me to the kitchen. I enjoyed: loud purrs, backflips, winding around my legs while trying to make coffee, coos and a variety of other enticements.
I looked over at her banquet table with fresh water and kibble ... and an empty ceramic dish. Hmmm, did I forget to pick it up and wash it last night?
I opened a can of Friskies chickeny chunks (she's not a fan of the pate varieties) and scooped out a generous portion which she attacked with gusto.
Firstborn came into the kitchen and chuckled and said something about her having a hollow tail.
I been snookered. Big time.
Did she read The Hobbit? Was second breakfast now on the menu?