She is getting to know me. She feels comfortable with my room and my stuff too. But she still looked surprise to see me when I woke up, when I came back from the work.

She is like a bunch of cotton thread. She is like unrolled tissue, fluffy winter scarf.
Somehow, we started to call her as ‘pickle’. sometimes, ‘pickles’
I call her as ‘pickle C’ (korean way with respect, 피클씨) or Miss P, or yaong-i (야옹이).
She seems ok with everything. or she can’t be bothered. we don’t know.
but she will get used to ‘p’ sound soon.