Tempo walks into a room like she owns the joint. She’s three and a half now, and for a cat that sleeps the days away, when she is up she certainly wants to be in charge. Harmony comes into a room looking for someone to pet her or feed her, but Tempo, Tempo comes in like the boss. She checks out where everyone is, decides if the climate is right, and reacts accordingly. She doesn’t see the virtue of cuddling and petting. She will chase a crumpled paper, or a flying feather, but she doesn’t seem to want to be friends. Some cats and some people are just like that!
WOW — I can’t believe Tempo is three and a half already — where the heck does the time go???