Some of you may remember that when Pierrot stayed for about a month with the lady's parents, he made his way into their hearts. They were neither cat nor pet people, but now they are Pierrot people. Pierrot had been home with us for two months when the lady's parents came over a few weeks ago for a visit. When they knocked on the door, Pierrot ran for the bedroom, his first instinct when someone comes to the door. As soon as he heard their voices, he came right back out and wrapped himself around their legs and meowed and purred. This made them happy, which made the lady happy. Me? I didn't give a rat's behind. I was hiding.
I like to hide in the corner behind the recliner when people come over or when the vacuum is run, so the lady put my old pink pad back here.