Thursday I don't care about you

Bean is a creature of her own mind. 

She is not a pet to be cossetted and pampered.  

Bean goes out. Kills something. Eats it. 

Comes in. Demands food.  

Demands a space to sleep, typically where you are sitting. 

Wakes up. Demands food, Demands that you open the door. 

Goes out. Kills Something. 

I don't know if it's the arrival of the family home (i can't call them kids - they're  all adults) but her behaviour is changed slightly. 

As well as all the other demands now - she comes over, stands on the arm of the chair and shouts until I scratch her head roughly, rub my head against hers, tell her I love her. 

And then she goes to the door; demands to get out.  Kills something. etc. etc. ad finitum.