The other day, someone asked me if Kimber thought she was a cat.  On account of the fact that she only comes to you for a pat when she wants to. Now I have to admit that she does like to hide out in long grass, and under low hanging branches, waiting to charge after her squeaky ball as it hurtles past her hiding place.  She also plays with small stones in much the same way as you might see a cat playing with a mouse.  And she was born into a household with a cat that apparently thinks it’s a dog; so I suppose it’s possible that she thinks she’s a cat.  The fact of the matter is this: I don’t know whether Kimber thinks she’s a cat.  I only know that’s she’s Kimber.  A loving, bonkers, bundle of fun.  And that we’re all the better for her being part of our family.  🙂