Luna Kitty is!
She really is an inquisitive and sharp little beastie. She’s adapted to sounds and my space and knows feeding times and bed times and wakey times, etc. And what mischief is most likely to get a reaction from me.
She also helps me locate her lost toys.
Luna has these “stinkies”- small, cloth catnip-filled, fish shaped toys. She goes nuts over them. Tosses them in the air, catches them, trots around with them in her mouth. The works. And she bats them all over my hardwood floors.
The problem is that they are small enough to go under things– like my bed. Or piano. Or into a closet. Or under the stove.
Every morning I hunt for her favorite one and make sure it’s out for her. But the other morning I couldn’t find it. I saw her crouched on the kitchen floor by the stove. I looked in the gap underneath and sure enough, there it was. So I fished it out for her.
The more impressive one was one day when I seriously looked everywhere and couldn’t find the damn thing. She is shadowing me everywhere, watching me hunt for it.
“I can’t find it, little girl,” I tell her.
Then she goes into the laundry room and starts pawing at stuff on the bottom shelf of my wire storage racks. She’s never really done this, So I pull some stuff off the shelf– and lo! There it is, all the way against the wall under the shelf.