She's small, perhaps weighing a grand total of 6 pounds, and she's got this cute little nose that she can wrinkle in the most adorable way possible. When I sit down, she throws herself next to me and places her head on my leg. I can't eat without her poking her face in to see if she can steal some. She follows me around the apartment relentlessly, hoping to get my attention. She may not be my cat, but she has definitely decided that I am her human.
And in the course of four days, she has taken over my apartment entirely. She has completely made my own cats subservient to her. It's her bed, her kitchen, her food, her human. They are completely in awe of her. This afternoon I plan on hanging signs, hoping to find her owner. Otherwise, I'm not sure how else I'm ever going to rid myself of The Queen of all Cats: