I've wanted a cat ever since I was little, but my mom was not a huge pet fan. So naturally, with Lacey being my first cat, she is getting incredibly spoiled - and fat, as my BF pointed out last night.
She definitely does not like me doing anything other than petting her when I'm at home. And I know when it's 4:30-5:00am, because she decides at that time that I need to get up so I can pet her and feed her. But she also has been a lifesaver these past couple weeks as I've been going through a really rough patch so I wouldn't trade her for anything. Yesterday when I was having a paticularly rough morning, I went home during lunch specifically to snuggle with her because she always makes me feel so much better.
And the best part - no accidents! She's never had one since I got her.