Many Moods of She

I can always tell what kind of mood She is in. If She sighs and pets me quietly, I feel the need to get under her chin and purr until She smiles and says hey, Coffs. She calls me Coffs when she feels good. If she is kind of perky she says hey, the Coffster. I know She means me. She has been rather perky lately, because of some party She has planned. I hear her saying hey, Coffster, David and Sandi will be back. Kasey and I really like David and Sandi. Although they prefer a dog, they know how to accept the occasional snuggle and purr. There has been talk of cake and finger food, which would not please me. Give me a dish of kibble and some butter, and I am good to go.
Lately, She has been a bit downhearted over her tendency to fall down. The firemen had to come and help Her last time, and She said She felt old. I never fall down, and Kasey can almost fly through the air (the little show-off). But She and I have a bit more weight to deal with. Ooops, She is sighing again. Imust go on cheer-up duty. Tata.