She seems more dog than cat, running towards noise to investigate instead of cringing, sticking her head in a garbage bag, trying to see if styrofoam is edible. She likes to chase balls.
We are getting rituals. She tries to wake me in the morning. When I do finally get up she runs back upstairs and flops on her side and I flop on mine and we breathe together. She adjusts her toes to touch my toes or fingers.
She nose bumped with me. A first. When we come home she races to greet me and runs her legs around my legs then goes off. Sometimes it’s even not food related.