Lila sleeps next to me under the covers every night, and by 5:00 am is back up, rubbing her wet nose into my face for attention. Then, after I get up and start getting dressed, she makes moon-eyes at me from the dresser and I have to pet her. Then we all go downstairs for breakfast next, and Lila grazes a little before standing up on her hind legs at the breakfast bench for attention. Then I cradle her like a baby on my shoulder, and she purrs and sits with me while I drink coffee.
Yes, Lila is my princess in every way imaginable. Kathryn says that it is Lila, actually, who rules the roost. Sometimes, I agree...
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