I love my mornings with Veronika. It's definitely our time together. She follows me around the house, sitting near my feet while I eat breakfast, her tail patting my feet contentedly. She sits on the sink while I do my face and hair, demanding that the water be turned on a bit so she can put her paw in the stream and lick the water off, or drink straight from the tap. She knocks little things I'm using off the counter onto the floor just to see them fall - the cap to the lotion, the little hair clips for the sides of my hair. She's probably more attached to Doug than to me, as he plays with her endlessly and she really does adore him for that. But we have our own little rituals, she and I. The mornings, and then when I come to bed at night she climbs onto my chest and snuggles in for a bit of a cuddle before going down to the foot of the bed for the night. Love this kitty. She has brought us so much joy, makes us laugh every single day, and could not possibly be sweeter. I'm so glad we didn't wait till we were done mourning to bring her home, we would have missed out on so much.