This
is Keppie, and when asked her breed it's unknown, but we usually say
Satanic: Tufted, pointy ears, long whip tail, pointy little feet,
gigantic, cocktail olive eyes.
As for her Personality, she's obsessed with my husband, and likes me fine. Hates all other humans.
Husband and Keppie share a special call - a unique whistling sound that
always makes her come running. Keppie does not understand why patches of
sun move after she sits down in them; she blames us. She sees herself as
the only force between our household and total chaos; yells at us if we
are not in our offices or in bed at the proper time. She must colonize all
cardboard boxes or, in her worldview, Jesus only knows what will happen.
When in doubt about any object, she will sit on it. She sees all
strawberries, melons and apples as communal property and will muscle in
whenever she sees one of us eating one of these foods. She also feels she
must spy on dog next door, lest something terrible happen. She provides
reenactments of her fearful lonely days whenever we return from vacation,
howling in a closet for an hour or so before coming out and returning to
normalcy. Will occasionally hop up on our office treadmill and yell until
we turn it on for her. (See more on YouTube.)
And she's smart, she understands "treat," "brush" and "gonna get you."
Keppie hasn't just tried the treadmill, but also conquered it. On that principle,
we uploaded this video for you to examine:
