Prrrup prrup. . . oh. The human? A bit slow, but I won the jackpot when I met her. I showed up on her doorstep for a few weeks before she noticed that I was three times the cat my collar had been built for. I'd rub against her legs, do headstands on her feet . . . put on a show. When she finally did notice, I made sure not to spook her as she took it off - not an easy trick because she didn't have the sense to cut it off . . .she actually unbuckled it. . . .I thought she'd kill me while saving me.
Since then, . . . . prrrruuuup prp . . .well she's like a mouse dinner, isn't she? Right under my paw where I want her.