At the risk of becoming a sloppy cat blog, I am being overwhelmed with love for my cat. Everything she does is the cutest thing EVER. I can’t even believe I’ve become a cat person, and I’m so attached to her. I’ve become very sensitive to her and I think, vice versa. I can tell from a distance if she’s hungry or needs something. When she stretches out a paw to touch me (“More petting now please“), or stretches out and snuggles into my leg, I get so happy I think I’ll burst. Now I think it’s “cute” when she stands on the backspace key. She purrs more than ever, sometimes rests a paw or her face in my hand, always sleeps with me at night, and in a major recent breakthrough, allowed me to stroke her belly. She seems happier than ever, too. She’s really content in the camper, I think mostly because she doesn’t need to move very far to be a full participant in anything, and it’s impossible to be out of her sight at any time. She likes to know what’s going on.