Parker sat on my keyboard. Not counting a few function keys, this is what she typed.
This article was originally posted as a comment on Catster to the article 6 Reasons My Cats Are the Luckiest Cats in the World by Catherine Holm. It is told from Parker's perspective.
My current house cat, Parker Prettykoshka, was born outside in the shed as a feral. This is the story of how I was able to tame her.
As I was finishing last night's pizza, Parker came and walked on my keyboard. This is what she typed.
Parker sat on the computer keyboard earlier this evening. This is what she wrote.
Parker was a little late for breakfast, and she did not want me to take ticks off her. When I tried, she scratched my hands a little. She eventually went down the hill, and I followed her to give her some breakfast because she hadn't had any. She did not cover up like she would have had she been using a litter box.
I was a little late and did not see Parker this morning. Mama came up along the road and walked back to the gate with me. Rico wanted some water. I took ticks off of Rico's ear and Truffles's whiskers.