Madeline was a pest.
She refused to let me sleep in on weekends.
She tried to steal my toast at breakfast.
She sat on my books when I read.
She tried to steal the yarn when I knit and the thread when I sewed.
She got herself shut into closets on a frequent basis.
She liked to watch you run around calling for her while sitting very still in plain sight.
She thought it was great when I was sick, and had to stay home. (Because then I stayed in bed all day like a proper cat - she purred happily next to me all day.)
She ran in front of me and nearly tripped me at least once a day.
If I was taking a picture of the dolls, she wanted to be right there in the middle. If I wanted to take a picture of her, she wanted to walk away.
She put all her toys in places she couldn't reach them, then meowed for me to get the yard stick to rescue them for her.
She wouldn't let any visitors over the age of about 2.5 pet her, and would happily enforce this by biting them.
It took twice as long as it should to get ready for work in the morning, because she demanded I stop and pet her, or took off with my hair elastic, or brought me a toy to throw (she liked to play fetch).
I had to have her put to sleep almost a month ago now, and I miss her so much! :(
I miss her greeting me in the morning when I got up, and trying to steal my toast. I miss her when I'm reading and she's not lying next to me (or on the book). I miss her when I'm knitting, because I kind of got used to knitting in strange contortions to keep the yarn out of her reach. I miss her when I get home from work, and she's not there at the door, delighted that I have once again managed to come home.
She was a pest for 14 years. I wish it had been 50.