She thought she was a dog....followed me everywhere outside....slept on the doorstep....would bang on the door if she wanted to be pet...loved rides in the truck, once I was cleaning my car and left the doors open when I went inside to get something and I came out to her curled up in the backseat.
Even decided to make the dog house her home.
I found these of the little family when I was sorting through pictures.
The barn cats suffered from an identity crisis too, they thought they were goats.
I forgot just how stinking cute they were!