… or maybe just cleverer than she looks.

For years now she waits patiently whilst I eat my tea, lies where she can see me, but from her vantage point on the floor is unable to see whats left on my plate ..

Yet always, Always, as I reach to pick up the last bit of food that’s left on the plate .. she gets up and walks slowly over looking worriedly at me that I’m gonna eat what she Knows is her food.

How she knows that THAT’s the last bit of food (and therefore hers by law) .. must be psychic.

She also speaks to Elvis