Maxi really likes to hang out under those stairs. It’s her place to hang out, and rarely does anyone else ever try to steal her place. Most of the time I don’t even realize she’s under there until she comes out and stretches.
I call her our troll under the stairs.
She’s got such flat, dead Tony Soprano eyes. She’s a sweet little lovebug (though after a few minutes of petting she gets bitey), but I would not be surprised if she murdered me in my sleep.
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