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This is also posted on my own blog, but I thought many of you haven’t seen much of Willow so I wanted to share it here too.

For those who don’t know much about my furiend, Willow, I want to just let you know a little bit about her. I rescued her when she was 4 months old and her earlier life she appeared to be a bit of a loner from what I could gather, not really mixing with the other kittens or older cats much. She kept to herself. Along I came and whisked her away from Sydney (I was down there on a trip), so a quick call to the airline “oh, there will be two passengers returning to the Gold Coast” (Queensland) and we flew back. She was really brave, I hated putting a young cat/kitten through something like that so young but she was of legal flying age for pets so we did it. Below is Willow not long after she’d moved in with me, she quickly realised she could share the bed.

I know most cats have similar characteristics, if you’re reading a newspaper, they want to lay across it to get your attention and various other things, well my little miss isn’t quite what you’d call ‘cat like’. Sure she does some things that would lead you to believe she’s a cat but they’re few and far between. She very quickly looked to me as her role model and tries to copy what I do with so many things. It’s quite funny at times.

You’ll see from the below slideshow some of her antics, she loves riding around on my back – not good for someone with a back condition, if I’m not careful and don’t know she’s about to jump on me, she can knock me to the floor. I don’t drink out of the toilet bowl though, she didn’t pick that one up from me. But one thing she has to do is share whatever I’m eating or drinking. She just comes along and helps herself to my glass of water sitting on the desk when she feels thirsty – even though she has two bowls of water around the house. She tries to work out what I do with the straw – how do I get the drink through it? If I’m eating, it doesn’t matter where, she wants to share it and will bug me until I do. I’m currently on a diet using one of those diet drinks (chocolate flavour), she loves it too and insists on sharing it with me. *sigh*

Whatever I pick up out of the fridge, or pantry she wants to know what it is and can we share it? She loves green vegetables too. Some things she turns her nose up at (thankfully) but other things she gets really excited about. I can’t do much without her zooming in on me. She comes to the toilet with me (I know other cats do that with their people), she actually isn’t a quiet cat, she wears combat boots, so whenever she jumps down from something, you can hear her easily because it’s a thud. She can’t hunt, she’s not sure how it works, she definitely hasn’t got a grasp on the stealth factor yet and I won’t teach her that one. She’s terrified of our pet cockatiel and our guinea pigs. She gets excited when she sees insects but sees them mostly as play things and has no idea how to catch them unless I catch it and give it to her, then they escape.

Her favourite insects are cockroaches, we get a variety of native roaches and introduced ones here, living near the coast unfortunately attracts them. Willow’s favourite game is to chase a cockroach, smack it until it lands on its back and then she pulls their legs off and generally will leave a leg or two under the covers in my bed for me (okay, that’s cat like), that’s how I know there’s a cockroach in the house to dispose of!

There are a ton of other things, but I can’t think of them now and this is getting long enough, so I’m going to share a few photos of her, some I’ve captioned and done lolcats of for added silliness (try and imagine how a cat might speak to understand it). Hope you enjoy! Some may have seen some of these pictures already, but I’ve got new ones in the mix.

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