A People Person Cat

I love people. When the doorbell rings, I run to see who's there. I don't care whether it's the UPS guy, a kid selling magazines, or the Papa John delivery person.

I love everyone.

That's probably one reason I love Christmas so much. People, people everywhere, and they all are happy to see ME!


My Meena and DadDad came to see me at Thanksgiving, and my Grandmama just left today. I'm a little sad everyone's gone, but I know that probably tomorrow, someone else will come for a visit. To see ME.


I don't just THINK this. I KNOW it. I know it because the other night, I watched Mom order a dress from Coldwater Creek. It should be arriving any day now. And someone—either from UPS or FedEx—has to deliver it.