My dad used to have a cat before I came to live with him. He was just a regular shorthair tabby. His name was Mousebreath because he was found with a mouse in his mouth. The cat was my best friend, and he got me through elementary school. Even though he was kinda lazy, and flabby, I still enjoyed playing with him. He went away to someone else for a while, but he came back when I was in junior high. He was my partner up until my freshman year of high school. He died in the vet's office when he was about 15. The cat was older than me.
And then my dad started hating animals, of course, I don't think he ever really liked his own cat, either. He would call him names and yell at him. It didn't help much that the cat would make a mess of the place, and throw up on the floor.
And then my sister and my stepmother wanted another cat, and my stepmother's friend had one at her house, who had kittens. She didn't seem to be such a responsible owner because a lot of her other cats ran away. My dad was totally against having a pet, since he wanted the house perfectly clean and wanted all these new floors. But my sister usually gets what she wants anyway, and my stepmother's relationship with my dad was failing anyway for many other reasons. And then she brought home 2 kittens. I didn't ask for them at all, and I just wanted to keep the peace between everyone, but I knew it was going to fail anyway.
But when I had one of the kittens, I got to play with her, and instantly bond with her. Both of the kittens were girls, and I named mine Luna, and my sister named hers Lilo. They were blotchy, Calico/Tortiseshell/Tabby cats. Luna was adorable. She would climb up on my shoulder and perch herself there, like a parrot. This was before she got really big, of course. But I also bonded well with Lilo. She was more sensitive, and a bit thinner than Luna (Luna would push Lilo's face out of the food bowl). But she would be the first to run up to you and rub and purr against you. And when you lean forward to pet them, they would stand on their hind legs.
Sadly, they caused a lot of destruction. They scratched up the doors and chased after each other a lot, after clawing at each other. My dad gave them away after 7 years. But those cats were my best friends, and I wouldn't have gotten through senior year of high school if it weren't for them. But he would yell at them, and throw them off the table. And my stepbrother would bring his dog over, and let it chase them. And then my cats would run and hide every time they saw an adult male.
I never really liked dogs. They always barked at you, and tried to bite you. They would run up to you, and sniff between your legs. Cats would sit by the window, and watch the scenery, and wait for you to come home. They always ran up to me as soon as they saw me outside.
And then my dad started hating animals, of course, I don't think he ever really liked his own cat, either. He would call him names and yell at him. It didn't help much that the cat would make a mess of the place, and throw up on the floor.
And then my sister and my stepmother wanted another cat, and my stepmother's friend had one at her house, who had kittens. She didn't seem to be such a responsible owner because a lot of her other cats ran away. My dad was totally against having a pet, since he wanted the house perfectly clean and wanted all these new floors. But my sister usually gets what she wants anyway, and my stepmother's relationship with my dad was failing anyway for many other reasons. And then she brought home 2 kittens. I didn't ask for them at all, and I just wanted to keep the peace between everyone, but I knew it was going to fail anyway.
But when I had one of the kittens, I got to play with her, and instantly bond with her. Both of the kittens were girls, and I named mine Luna, and my sister named hers Lilo. They were blotchy, Calico/Tortiseshell/Tabby cats. Luna was adorable. She would climb up on my shoulder and perch herself there, like a parrot. This was before she got really big, of course. But I also bonded well with Lilo. She was more sensitive, and a bit thinner than Luna (Luna would push Lilo's face out of the food bowl). But she would be the first to run up to you and rub and purr against you. And when you lean forward to pet them, they would stand on their hind legs.
Sadly, they caused a lot of destruction. They scratched up the doors and chased after each other a lot, after clawing at each other. My dad gave them away after 7 years. But those cats were my best friends, and I wouldn't have gotten through senior year of high school if it weren't for them. But he would yell at them, and throw them off the table. And my stepbrother would bring his dog over, and let it chase them. And then my cats would run and hide every time they saw an adult male.
I never really liked dogs. They always barked at you, and tried to bite you. They would run up to you, and sniff between your legs. Cats would sit by the window, and watch the scenery, and wait for you to come home. They always ran up to me as soon as they saw me outside.
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