I am cat sitting for the next week or so. Two outside kitty cats and their daughter, Rosey, who lives inside the house. She is a calico kitten. Rosey is WILD! I mean wild! The first day I went over I heard crazy meowing when I walked in. She had her leg caught in the window blinds string. It was barely in there so she wasn't really stuck but boy did she want help! lol She also knocked over the outside cats food bag and it.was.everywhere.

When I go over there she RUNS everywhere back and forth and JUMPS into the litter box then RUNS back to where I am. RUN! RUN! RUN! I turn the tv on for her (her owners left it on for her) and she runs and jumps on the couch to attack me. Ha! We play and she purrs but not long before shes of again! I cant find her toys..she has them lost somewhere! Before I leave, I consider turning on the radio with the cds her owner plays for her. I choose a cd and turn it on because, well, shes spoiled and needs company. *eye roll, smile*

Why are cats so fulfilling?