1. Laying on top of me, perfectly content, using my boob as a
pillow if at all possible, and loudly purring like a lawnmower.
2. Looking guilt-inducingly pathetic in the corner.
Mode Three is running around my legs, mewling and chirping and trilling and pawing at me and biting my ankles, until I either want to strangle her or schnoogle her. Usually both.
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