I met the human that would come to be my mommy when I was at a low point in my life. I was stuffed into a too small cage with a litter box in a Petco, and I was miserable. My former humans gave me to a rescue, but at least no other cats were picking on me after that. My mommy and daddy were looking to buy supplies to adopt a cat from the shelter the next day, but my mommy saw me in the adoption center, fluff coming out of the holes I was leaning against. She held me because of that fluff. When I started purring, that sealed the deal for her. She got my daddy to agree, with the promise that the rescue would take me back if I didn't work out (not that there was any chance of that), and then I went home.
My mommy had never owned a cat before me, and she was a bit nervous about cat ownership. She tells me that she wouldn't have had a second one if it hadn't been for my unique traits. My daddy compares me to a dog of less than average intelligence, but he still loves me anyway. I think. He doesn't like when I try to eat yummy things like plastic of any sort, cardboard, pillow tags, the printer tray or whatever else I find that sounds tasty. Those other cats don't know what they're missing. This stuff is amazing, if you just try it.
In my time with my new humans, four new cats joined my family. Little Kitty likes to knock me over sometimes. I'm not quite sure how she achieves that weighing half what I do, but I guess you can do anything you set your mind to. Nova and I sometimes sleep together on the bed. He pretty much lives on the bed. Trixie, well, she didn't really care about anyone. Not even her own brother. We lost Trixie a few months after she came into our lives. I comforted my mommy that night she came back from the vet without Trixie. She needed it. I'm just glad I could help, after all the wet food, cuddles, and especially the second chance she's given me. About a month after Trixie passed away, mommy and daddy adopted an older kitten named Simon. He's kind of a jerk. We wrestle sometimes, but he just doesn't know when to stop. I feel bad for Little Kitty, since he constantly harasses her, even though she does like to knock me over.
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