Oh Mom! Must you point that click-y thingy at me? Just take the darn picture and get outta my face!
I think I am reverting back to my old kitten ways. You see, although I wasn't a rescue, the lady who brought me into the world wasn't very nice to me. She made all of us kittens stay out in the cold until we were old enough to be adopted out. Then she brought us in with the big cats where we were hissed at and bullied around... (Mom didn't know this until after she adopted me) So when I was a baby & was brought home, I ran from my Mom because I thought she was just as mean as that lady was. Through love and patience she won me over and now she's mine! But Grandma on the other hand, I keep forgetting that she's not as mean as that lady was and still run and hide under the bed when she comes around... Am I a hopeless case?