My cat is taking on my personality. She's becoming more vocal (meows me all the time). She does it in the morning when she's hungry, she meows me when I come home after work, and she is meowing me right now as I type this entry.

When I first met Mike (it's his cat really), she was a very introverted fat cat. She was so big that the vet told us to put her on a diet. So I did. She's nice a svelte now. Although she has some loose skin but it's not an issue with her. It's kinda like how I feel about losing weight. So, you can't get that last five pounds off. Who cares.

When we go to sleep at night, the cat likes to snuggle up next to either one of us. Kinda like how I like to snuggle up to my sweetie. And when I say snuggle up, I mean snuggle up. So much so that if she feels that you are not paying attention to her comfort, she swipes at you with a paw. Honestly, I find it so cute when she does that. I just want to eat her all up sometimes.

She's also very playful. In the beginning, she never liked being handled. I used to grab her and hug her. She would put up a fight. Sometimes, she would try to bite my hands. She would flail her paws and squirm. In the past two months, she seems to welcome my attention. So much so that as I type on this keyboard, she rests her head on my left wrist and often rubs it on my hands. Very touchy feely with me. Not so much with Mike. Weird.

Lately, she's been very interested in everything I do. She follows me around in the morning as I do things. For example, she was sticking her nose into the plants as I watered them (she never does this). She also was sitting by me as I washed the morning dishes. Very inquisitive. Very hands-on. Very needy.

Not sure what that all says about me. Especially the "needy" part. Later.  ¶ 8:47 AM