She was such a tiny little fur ball and here is one of her Baby Pictures. That leftover remnant of material which ultimately became her blanket was the best thing ever that I could give her. It’s her favorite and probably her most treasured possession. She loves her blanket and she is grateful each time it returns from the wash. It’s always the same ritual as it undergoes careful inspection. New tunnels need to be burrowed and it has to be exactly how she sees it fit. As mentioned before she thinks she is a little person and sometimes it’s hard not to think that she is miming you. You go to bed, she goes to bed. At night she is fully submerged and wrapped up in her blanket. All you see is a little lump underneath. You wake up, she gets up. You eat, you better believe that she will want a snack. She even knows what the bathroom is for. While you do your business, she most likely will sit on the floor next to the toilet, trying to do her thing if you let her in. She is without a doubt a little character.