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I got this beast from a local shelter when she was about six weeks old. She was very tiny, but had huge ears. My daughter was around three, and looked at the ears and said "Minnie Mouse!" So we named her Minnie.
Minnie is now about 20 lbs. She's a pretty gray cat, though a bit roundish. That's not the annoying part. This cat seems to have imprinted on me, or something. Even though we had a second cat, she would only follow me around.
And she follows me everywhere! I have to push her out of the bathroom to close the door. If I forget to close the bedroom door, she will climb up against my face. If I roll over, she will walk around the top of my head and crawl up in my face again. If I lock her outside the bedroom she will talk all night, and swat at the door. When I go to pick her up to move her, she digs in with her claws and snags my covers.
I step on her a dozen times a day. I have dropped plates because I've tripped over her. She's twenty pounds, mind you, she's not a little thing.
When I sit down to read she crawls in my lap and stretches up to my face to lick my beard. When I'm at the computer, she lays on the keyboard. I have to continuously push her away. She will slide away to arm's length, snagging my pants or shirt or covers or whatever she can reach, then she will slowly creep back over.
When I don't push her away, she'll lay down beside me and start licking my arm, or clawing at my arm. She's snagged dozens of shirts and pants, my bedspreads, my furniture. Oh yeah, and she drools, and leaves wet spots.
When I push her away too often, she cries. I'm not kidding, tears well up in her eyes and run into her fur, and she looks at me like I just ate her children. Right now she's backed off, but is meowing at me, for no reason. The whole time she does this, she purrs.
I've had her almost ten years now. We've had another female cat that whole time, and though Minnie fights with her, it hasn't been too bad. About a year ago we took in two small kittens, both males, both fixed. Minnie went insane. One of the kittens is yellow--all the other cats are gray--and Minnie really took it out on this kitten. We had to separate them at night.
Of course, the yellow cat, Tigger, grew up, and began terrorizing Minnie, instead. He would chase her around for the fun of it. We all laughed at first, because Minnie deserved it. But then Minnie grew so afraid of Tigger she wouldn't use his litter box. In about two months she peed on our couches so much they are ruined, and she left little piles on our carpet every morning. The carpet's not much better.
Unrelated to the cat, I've recently separated and moved into an apartment, and taken Minnie with me. She's alone now, and she's happy again, and uses her litter box. But she still won't back away more than a few feet. Right now she's screaming her head off, and crawling all around me, purring, drooling and meowing. I have to keep moving my cola because she keeps brushing against it and getting hair in it. No matter which side I move it to, she has to go to that side and brush against it.
Craziest damned cat I've ever seen! And I've had a lot of cats.
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