Leewit is obses­sive compulsive.

She moves items into piles. She lines up other items. If I add extra balls to her ball-rolling-toy, she works end­lessly to make them all sit next to each other.

Her new obses­sion? The dan­gling string from my kitchen ceil­ing fan. She has been sit­ting in my kitchen for the past sev­eral min­utes, meow­ing and meowing.

Leewit doesn’t talk a great deal. Occassionally she’ll voice some­thing, and we’ll have a con­ver­sa­tion. Now, she is yelling at me. I went in and saw her star­ing up. After a while, I fig­ured it out and picked her up, hold­ing her in paw’s reach of the string. She imme­di­ately attacked it, effec­tively killed it, and set­tled into my arms to purr. I put her down and went back to my work.

Now? She’s yelling at it again.

Argh.

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