She is sweet. This afternoon, I took a nap, and when I woke up, there she was, at my feet. It was like she sensed I had the blues and needed a little support.
She doesn't beg like Rey does. She just looks at me soulfully and hopes I will do the right thing.
She's our first line of defense against flying insects, the mesh laundry bag I use to wash my linens, and any other threat she can spy.
And she chats and likes to give kisses.