Living with a cat is much different than living with a dog.
For example: When I wake up in the morning and start walking around, Otis doesn’t make a sound. Oh, he might shift around in his crate a bit, but unless it’s some kind of puppy emergency he doesn’t try to get me to come get him. Make sense? Remy, on the other hand, will start meowing the second she hears my alarm go off sometimes earlier. And she doesn’t really stop until there’s food in her bowl, even though she gets fed after Otis.
She also makes the weirdest noises I’ve ever heard, regardless of animal. Some of them don’t even sound feline, like the noise she makes when I get home.
It’s definitely interesting, living with a cat again. I haven’t had one since I was 2 or 3 years old, so all I remember about him was Mum said he ran away. Regardless, Remy’s lucky she’s cute; she crazy aggravates my allergies.