"When you are looking, a cat acts like a princess, but the minute they think you are not looking, a cat acts like a fool." ~ KC BuffingtonThis is Maggie. She belongs to my parents. It was Mom's idea for them to get her, but Maggie loves Dad best. Perhaps it is because he talked "baby talk" to her and called her his "sweet precious little girl" when she was still a kitten. Perhaps it is because he ALWAYS fills her food bowl when there is a tiny little dimple depression in the middle or because he opens the back door for her when she refuses to go through the cat door. My opinion is that she is still angry that Mom pays more attention to my kitty crew, especially that handsome imp, Nicky.
Ragdolls sleep on their backs, tummy up quite often. Maggie, however, keeps hers tucked away, so this was an unusual picture of her. My crew had just been herded to their sleeping quarters in the sunroom and the rest of the house was hers; obviously her favorite time of day.
If you wonder how we tell Willow and Maggie apart; it's in the face. Willow has a delicate more pointed nose, and a look that exudes innocence. Maggie, on the other hand, has the broader face with chipmunk cheeks and a permanent "if looks could kill" expression. This matches her attitude most of the time. If she would just relax a little she could have lots of fun with Nicky. He adores her.
It's Tummy Tuesday at catstuff.
Maggie will likely board Friday's Ark in a snit this week and hide in the corner. I hope she gets over herself in time to see the other cats at the Carnival of the Cats; this week hosted by House of Chaos.
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