Senna, who are you?

What to say about Senna? He is sweet, he is elegant, he is cuddly, he is a big thinker, he is a big destroyer. This immediately shows the difficulties of defining this beautiful guy. He changes with the hours of the day. Maybe it is best if I describe to you an average day with Senna.

As residential walking alarm clock Senna each morning wakes me up by banging on my bedroom door and screaming. As soon as I open the door he is there with lots of drama, lots of  hugging and lets not forget his foot fetish. He is just spilling over with love. After finishing his morning hugs, breakfast (very important) and some serious sister chasing it is time for the more important things in life: watching birds and contemplating the problems of the world. Any day now I expect Senna to come up with a solution for the economical crises, global warming and an update of Einstein’s relativity theory.

Next some more eating and more contemplating until I come home and then it is time to take care of the continuation of the food supply. First of course his own and if that is satisfied he will help me: walk in front of my feet, comment to every ingredient of my dinner, ask if it is really not for him. During dinner he takes care that noting will happen to my food, he guards the table and torpedo’s from great height onto my plate just to do an extra check. After so much food it is time for some exercise and Senna’s favourite exercises are chasing his sister and climbing curtains (yes, an other one). He can run with the speed of light and his lap times are close to these of the other Senna.

And then suddenly he is in my arms again, running over with love, purring, kneading with his long legs, and washing my face. Senna my beautiful, elegant, fast friend who are you? Speed maniac, professional climber, professor or drag queen?