If Tigra were human...

If my cat were human, she'd be a teenage girl: the rapid mood swings from wild exhuberance to poutiness, the tendency to stay up late and sleep all day, the quick boredom with something that was new and fascinated her only the day before.

When she's in trouble (which is often), I sometimes have to play the stern parent, barely keeping myself from laughing aloud at her response to my reprimand: as I shake my finger at her and say "No!", she puts her ears back, frowns, and swipes her paw at my pointed finger as if to say, "You can't tell me what to do!" If she were physiologically able, I swear she would put both her paws on her hips.