Shelby, like myself, is a creature of habit. Every morning she sits on the floor and meows for me to wake up. Sometimes she does it at three in the morning. She doesn't want food or to go out; she wants attention. I go down to pee, acknowledge her, and then she's fine. It took her a week to figure out that she could now go up the stairs and be with me without waiting for me to go down. She did it this morning, and she loves it.
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