They show it by sleeping on your head, and other places on you, at night, asking to be cuddled by tapping your arm when
you're trying to read the weather and news reports to your hubby while he's eating breakfast, following you around, lying
at your feet, and puking in places where clean-up is easy.
But seriously, they're my three little basement angels.
We went for twenty years without getting a basement cat, and now we have three.
Miss Hissy Slashy is an impossible cat, for she has not one white hair, and she has blue eyes. According to "Catnip" or "Cat
Fancy," I forget which, it is not possible for a black cat to have blue eyes.
But there she sits.
You speak excellent kitteh.
Glad you liked.