Nobody appreciated this cat until she had kittens, except for my granddaughter Natalie, whose cat she was, originally: The rest of us considered her "not too bright", and a total pest, always underfoot, tripping somebody up.
But since she had kittens, I've developed a grudging admiration for her. I don't know how she and Fudge, the other mother cat, decided which of them would be the one to let me know when they're out of food, but obviously Snowbelle is the designated gofer.
Not only is she a good little shopper, but she intends to protect all the kittens in the barn, even if it kills her. I made the mistake of taking Sadie, on leash, into the barn with me twice. Both mother cats came running at poor Sadie, hissing and growling. There'll be no dogs in THEIR barn!