Nick thinks she looks like a question mark in this picture...which is a very accurate description of her personality. It was actually taken about a month ago, but I woke up this morning, realizing I hadn't yet written a Sophie Sunday post...which I typically do when she does something cute (or irritating) and then postdate the entry. Well, it has been a busy week, if not anxious. Then, we were gone all Friday night at the Brewers game, and all day Saturday at the Badgers game. Needless to say, our little kitty has been very naughty vying for attention.

You see her jump on the table and shout, "Sophie! No!" She jumps off. Thirty second later, she jumps back on and you shout again, "SOPHIE! GET DOWN!" and clap your hands for good measure. A third time she jumps up and you're so mad that you don't say anything at first, just look at her with your death stare and hope that it will sever her naughty streak. When that doesn't seem to work, you move to get up. It doesn't take much movement because she knows she's being bad and runs to the other room.

We fell asleep on the couch at 7:00 last night, and stayed in bed until almost 7:00 this morning, when our little fuzz ball let us know that it was time to get up and that she would take no more of this laziness. I groaned and flopped to my stomach. Nick pulled the blankets tighter around his face and pinched his eyes shut. Then she began her aerial assault, launching herself onto my back and pouncing down to chew on my toes. I withstood the attack for a long time, ignoring her completely, before admitting to myself that I was very much awake and that staying in bed was very much futile.

With time now elapsed and my frustration cooled, I can appreciate that she isn't trying to be a pest. She only wants to spend time with us...she only wants someone to cuddle with and to play with...and how wonderful that an animal known for their standoffishness could actually learn to love.