She has trained me well. I have gotten into the habit of occasionally "petting" her or giving her a little "scratch" with my feet as I go by. Since I move slowly and always know where she is, she trusts me never to step on her. [Except if I am cooking in the kitchen and my focus is elsewhere and I am not up to dancing about her writhing body. Human training has its limits.] So she sprawls right in the hallway or anywhere she can be underfoot--hehe! Trusting that I won't step on her. What a safe little world. No wonder she is leery of company--those humans who do not hold her in such high regard. ROFL!
On those very painful mornings when I slide a leg out from under the covers and over the end of the bed and then lie there a second to work my way up to further movement--guess who quickly comes for a pet from the foot dangling in the air--and makes me laugh?
And since it has been so warm (supposed to creep over 30 again today)--guess who is actually looking for bugs on the porch!? The snow isn't even gone! And I thought I was optimistic! ;)
Have a giggle today on us! :)