I thought I'd wax poetic on my cat today. I mean, why not? I always think about the Star Trek episode, "The Trouble with Tribbles." Aren't cats tribbles, after all?
Recently, I received an iPad to play with. While I was learning to use it, a friend suggested I try a game. A game that requires you to swipe different directions and tilt the tablet to move your "guy." So I was sitting on the couch, and Ms. Cat, who is still mildly untouchable (you can pet her when SHE says so), walks up to me and starts rubbing her chin on the corner of the iPad. While I'm tilting it to keep my "guy" from dying. Crash. Into a wall, or into the lake. She made my character die! And of course the minute I reach over to pet her to allay her need for affection, she walks away. "Don't touch me!" Yeah, only when I'm playing with the iPad and then it's "pet me, play with me, pay attention to me." Silly cat. Lots of personality, Ms. Cat has.