I think I am a CAT.
If she's not sleeping where I want to walk, she is weaving in and out of my legs like a cat. Not to diss cats, but we're both going to get hurt. I'm trying to carry books downstairs so Ryan can dismantle the bookshelves and put in the bamboo flooring.
Oh, and it's like she went to Gramma's and ate too many cookies (Ryan's analogy) because she's been pooping more and threw up. Three times. Oh well, she had a good time and she's even cuter than normal: