Jenna whines ceaselessly. This is her favorite hobby. She also enjoys cleaning herself, napping, and cowering melodramatically whenever someone comes near her. (No, she was never abused. We’ve decided this is just what Jenna does to let us know that she will never assimilate into our family, or enjoy our company.)

When Jenna is not whining, she is eating. Jenna enjoys Chef’s Blend cat food. You’d think after 12 years we’d know that, but occasionally we try to sneak something different in there. Not happening. Jenna will sit by her untouched bowl and give us the death glare until we return to the store to purchase the correct brand.  She doesn’t care how long it takes. She will then sulk and refuse to eat the Chef’s Blend for a few hours, just for dramatic effect.

In the evening, Jenna will sometimes grace us with her presence in our bed. She likes to let us know that she is not happy about the situation by engaging in a bit more whining, and eventually falling asleep stretched out to her maximum length in a position that will ensure that my husband and I are made uncomfortable for the entire night. I often wake to find Jenna curled around my neck, or directly atop my face, in what I can only imagine is an attempt to suffocate me in my sleep. 

Jenna shows no interest in us at all, except for rare occasions when she decides she’d like to us to pet her. We’ve discovered that we really need to give Jenna our full attention when this happens. If we try to stop petting Jenna before she decides she’s had enough, she will bite and scratch the hell out of us. Quite honestly, this cat will go from purring contentment to raving beast in under a second flat if our hands stop moving. We MUST continue until she decides to walk away. I love her, but she is truly the craziest cat I have ever owned.