Serafina really hit the jackpot with us if I may say so myself. As did all our pets, the dog is currently taking up more of the bed than I am....She is so loved and spoiled and sweet. Well, most of the time.
When I was pregnant she would literally follow me around the house. Up and down the stairs, sit on the mat in the bathroom while I took a bath, slept with me nearly every night. When my daughter Violet was born she would sleep next to her crib (sometimes in the middle of the day I would bust her sleeping IN the crib) and occasionally outside her bedroom door. She is a fierce protector of the other females in the house.
But she doesn't like everybody. Or most people. She doesn't even really like the other cat that much, and she scares the dog. The dog will literally stare at her and wag his tail as an invite for her to play with him, one hiss in his direction he starts to whimper and his head goes to the floor.
And there is this CD we have at the shop that plays during Halloween, and it is so bad and so out-dated, there is a song that is basically a man who is suppose to sound like WolfMan Jack saying "Black cat, black cat Jack attack.." it's terrible, and I sing it to Serafina more often then I would like to.