Brings back fond memories of Jasmine the Maine Coon, then Sookie the tortie, reclining for hours in my elbow-hammock...

She should have moved to any one of the other provinces to meet her requirements.

My Plush Princess howls when she needs to 'go', then sits and supervises me cleaning out every speck of non-litter, then does her performance and announces loudly, 'I'm finished, I'm done, let the bells ring out and the people cry...'. Note: she's a tortie with personality to match.

I kan has Kibbles?