Keli went to a Mensa meeting with me once when I lived in Indiana.
She liked to sit on my shoulder, while I walked around and visited with people. She would let them pet her, or she would sniff at them, but never would she jump down. But early on in the meeting, I was reminded that some people were allergic to cats, so I took her back out to my van to wait for me. Other people could walk out to the parking lot and she wouldn't bother to look up or out from where ever she was located in the van. But, as soon as I walked out the front door and headed for the parking lot, there she was, pacing back and forth across the dash. How did she know it was me?
She loved traveling.
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