Which to choose....I know!

When we're out in the garden on a 'romp', I'll stand at the top of the terraces, and say, "Where's my kitten? Where's my kitten? Where's my giiiiirrrrll?" Only after that last word, Pinot will turn to face me, wiggle her butt and come on a dead run toward me. She stops just in time to rub up against my leg and meow/purr, "Here I am, Mom!".