When the furniture came, the cat was walking right into it, checked out all the boxes, even inspected the moving truck from the inside. After she found everything allright, she came back, slurped her milk, then went for a sleep - on top of the pile of boxes.
We gave her a name - because of her constant cat-talking (miau), we call her "Voice-of-reason".
In the evening, voice-of-reason usually wants to go out - to hunt some mice, or to get some company from Clive's other cat.
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