Kitteh cat.

When I moved into the basement, I simultaneously inherited Gracie. Although, if I could re-name her, I'd go with something more exotic to match her look. She was my grandmother's cat and I have adopted her.

I'm convinced that she has short term memory loss, because she rarely remembers who I am and it's been atleast 3 months since I moved back home. Once she finally warms up to the idea of having a roommate, she loves: forehead kisses, sleeping on my keyboard, watching me do crafts, and making funny faces when she yawns. If I leave the room for more than 5 minutes, I turn back into a stranger. Repeat cycle. She's funny.