We don't have a cat, but we have a next door cat I'm very fond of - Ben's parents have a tuxedo girl named Heidi and she's my buddy. Except when Mom "accidentally" lets her outside and she uses the kids' sandbox as a litter box. Every. Single. Time. She knows I don't like it and she takes off like a little black streak when she sees me coming; but the rest of the time I'm the only one who can catch her when she gets outside. I just walk up beside her like I have no idea she's there and then reach down and pick her up and cuddle her and tell her I know she'd love to be out but she needs to be in. Everyone else chases her and then throws her inside saying, "get in, Heidi!"
It's funny when we have new babies because she always seems to know when I'm very pregnant and she squeezes onto my lap and curls around the baby bump - she only sits on my lap occasionally otherwise. But when I'm pregnant apparently I'm a good cat rest.
LOL closer to Gods new arrivals?