Our human was sort of sad when she got home today because she'd just come from her last visit with Prancer. She met him just last weekend, and after a week of visiting him twice a day, she's in love with him.
She says Prancer is a beautiful white Persian with "the most wonderful eyes." And his name is perfect -- he prances when he walks.
If she sat on the sofa he'd stand on the ottoman in front of her while she brushed him. Man! I'd never do that! She tries to have a "beauty session" every evening to get the knots and tangles out of my fur, but I'm usually not in the mood.
But back to Prancer. He only eats some kind of indoor formula dry food. But our human thought he was looking for something more and wanted some kind of treat since his family was out of town. So she took him some of our tuna. He loved it, of course. And when he was tired of being brushed, he'd prance off to the kitchen, sit where his dish of tuna was supposed to go and meow until his new best friend produced his new favorite food.
His people were very happy to hear that he likes something besides dry food, and he's going to get some tuna or canned cat food every day from now on. Isn't that great news!
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