Ghost Cat

Annie, it has been said is a 'one woman' cat. Others lovingly call her the ghost cat. Ghost cat because the minute anyone knocks on our door, she is up the stairs in a flash. If you were to go upstairs to find her, it would probably take you awhile and she would be found hiding under whatever she deemed a 'safe haven'. Sometimes all you see is a big lump under my bed spread. (as if that would qualify as 'really hiding' when everyone knows that the big lump is her.) Also she can be jealous, as cats go. If my husband decides to give me a hug and Ann is down stairs you should hear her whine and cry. Oh my goodness, what is up with that? If I pick her up and she is in the hug she is happy as can be.  She has taken over my scrapbook basket, as you can see from the photo. It used to hold my scrap paper but she would crawl in it and lay on top of everything. I decided to empty it out and put an old towel inside for her to lay on. Now when I am busy working on a project or I am on the computer (that is in my craft room) she crawls in and goes to sleep. It does seem that where ever I go there she is except when she is sleeping and even then she occasionally comes down to check on me. Well, the question would have to be  have I unleashed a monster or do I just own a spoiled cat with beautiful green eyes? I choose to believe the latter.  :D