Meet Kaos. He was named appropriately.
He’s a funny boy. Or at least he was. Until my roommate ran over him with her car. [Note: We are not roommates nor friends anymore]. It’s been just over two years since I lost him and I miss him every day. He was such a good cat. Sweet. Dog-like. Cuddly [on his terms]. I called him my big sexy black boy. He reminded me a lot of my first cat–Shadow. Shadow-cat was literally my shadow. He followed me everywhere. Even into the bathtub. Silly boys.
Cats are funny creatures. And exceptionally good judges of characters. A lot of people say they don’t like cats, and that’s fine, but it really a better judgement when cats don’t like people.
My current two cats are Lucy and Christopher. Lucy is another black cat–a girl this time, and Christopher is a big, squishy Orange tabby. He’s not too bright and scared of his own shadow, but Lucy…Lucy is a good kitty cat. Inquisitive enough, secure in her self. Sweet. Cuddly. All this to say, I love my kitty cats. I always have. I always will. And I will always judge people who my cats don’t like.