My Mother, The Cat

It seems that in the 10 months between my visits back east, my mother became a cat.  I stayed the entire week with my parents and noticed quickly a strange new behavior of my mother's.  She did not invade my space or smother me but if I moved from one room to another within a few minutes she would be in the new room busying herself with something.  All I could think is that like a cat she was following me around because she wanted to be near me but also like a cat she was trying to be independent and aloof and come off like, "What? I just happened to have stuff to do in this room now".  One example that made me laugh out loud was when I was sitting on the swing in the backyard.  She came out and started fussing with the trash cans.  I have NEVER in my entire life seen my mother go even within a foot of the trash cans before.  It was very sweet and made me feel good but I still laughed.  Oh my mother.  She is a nut and obviously and no DNA testing is needed to see where I got that gene from.  I love her.