Introducing.... my kitty Mia.
If we did this Mia's way, she would have some grand entrance sitting on a fluffy pink pillow titled princess riding on me as I walk in on all fours. Yep, my cat thinks she owns me, kinda sad but kinda true at times.
Walt, my boyfriend as you may remember, gave me her for our 3 year anniversary after I begged and begged to have a kitten. She was cuddly, cute, laid back, friendly, and purred her little heart out, and to top it off she was a Calico cat which is my all time favorite (although I found out AFTER I got her they tend to be a bit neurotic).
She will walk all over my face, meow, shake my blinds above my head and so on. In effort to get her out of my room I shut her out and put a towel on the other side of the door. You would think that would work to muffle her meows and tampering with my door, it doesn't. She pulls the towel aside and sticks her paw under my door and shakes my door until inevitably I roll out of bed and feed her breakfast.
While I have many of stories about her, I'd rather not spill them all now. For now, I'll just leave you with an idea of what its like to really have a cat like mine. I love these Simon cartoons and highly recommend them for hilarious entertainment.
All and all, Mia is my baby kitty and I love her to death and nothing will change that.