I am never really alone.

I usually have my door closed when I am in my room, but during the afternoons I like to keep it open. I prefer the door open as the sun shine lights not only my room, but the hallway as well. Today, I got a little visit from a certain friend of mine. One name, Nana. I was on my computer when I saw some movement in my peripheral and I look over to see Nana sitting in my room. I decide not to shoo her away (I mean I eventually do) immediately. Instead, I sat on my bed to take a few pics of her when all of a sudden she comes up to my bed and jumps up. I have never had a cat before so I kind of start talking to her like she was a dog, shooing her and trying to move my covers so she would get off. That did not do anything, but cover her head and she nuzzled into my covers more. All I kept thinking was, "omg, cat hair..." and so I made her get off my bed. I realize now that I like her company. I have even become immune to her meowing that it does not even bother me, it is kind of cute.... Kind of. When no one is home, it is comforting to have a little friend around the house.

Also, don't judge me for not making my bed.

Spotted

Loving life in my bed

xoxo

Nana la gata

I am not a cat person. I have always been and always will be a dog person...well besides my recent phobia toward dogs who are not on leashes, but that is entirely different story for another day. Do not get me wrong, I like kittens, but once they turn into full grown cats, everything changes. You just never know what to expect with cats, they love your company one second and then the next they're scratching and hissing at you. So imagine my disbelief when I walked into my new home for the next five months to see a cat walking around. Oh, great. 

Surprisingly enough, Nana is growing on me. I thought I would never say such a thing, especially pertaining to a cat, but she is kinda sweet...First of all, I think she is having an identity crisis because she acts like a dog. Every time you even set foot in the kitchen, Nana is right there waiting for you to give her either cat food or human food. I dropped some food on the floor the other day and she was right there to eat it up. Another time, I had to wake up early and I was eating breakfast by myself in the kitchen. I look down, and there she is, staring at me. She even tried to climb up my chair so I would give her some food. I screamed a little and petted her instead, mainly because I am scared what she will do to me if I do not give her some attention. Every night for dinner, Nana is in the kitchen meowing up a storm. That is the other thing, I have never heard a cat meow so much before especially when they are hungry. As you can see from the pictures below, her owner, Maria, gives her plenty of food. One time, Nana stopped meowing because Maria told her to stop. I also found her laying on my bed...ahem, excuse me. Overall, I am amazed at this cat. I think Nana is growing on because of the company she provides Maria and in return, she receives unconditional love. This sounds familiar... oh right... Nana is basically Maria's equivalent of my Oliver (Oliver is my beautiful golden retriever whom I love). I suppose that although I may not like cats, cats may mean a whole lot to someone else. 

Nana, I like you. But seriously, stay out of my room.

Nana staring at me during breakfast

When she tried to hang out with me and climb on my bed

xoxo