In typical Megan fashion.... pretty soon I will be moving out of the apartment I have been staying in. I have been here for several months - definitely the longest time in one place since I moved to New York. This evening I thought I would get a head start on my packing, but, no... I ran into a little problem.
Meet Isabella: the cat I have been taking care of since August. This kitty has to be in the center of whatever is going on. If that means getting IN the box I am packing, she will do it. Not only does she have to be the center of the universe, but I have never seen such a cat that lives up to the "curiosity killed the cat" saying. If a drawer is open, she is looking in, if the closet door is open, she is going in. I have actually had to pull her out of the refrigerator because I opened the door and she wanted to see what was going on in there! And she does not care if I want to close the door/drawer/whatever. Things must happen in her own time. Which is why she is now napping in the box I was packing and I am now blogging. I even put more clothes in on top of her and she didn't flinch. Maybe she wants to go with me? What a cat.