I don't remember exactly what year I chose to be a cat person. It might have been around 3rd Grade, when our teacher wanted us to make a PowerPoint presentation about something we were passionate about. For me, apparently that was cats, well actually it was more so a plea to my mom for us to get a cat.Fast forward to today and I have three cats. Three wonderful cats that I could not live without. Anyway, now comes the best part, talking about them, because they're my babies!
The first cat we got was Luna. Our neighbors found her outside and thought about adopting her, but insisted we should take her, because my mom, like me, loves cats and had been thinking about getting one. They described her as sweet, loving and social, which if I had to choose three words now that I would describe her with would not be sweet, loving and especially not social. She is a beautiful grey cat, that loves to be left alone, but still be noticed. We have many nicknames for her including Luna Kardashian (because of her big butt!), Mr. Grinch (because of her grumpy attitude!) and occasionally grandpa (because she tends to act like one). At night, she turns into a somewhat cuddly and loving cat that still wants to be left alone, but allows you to touch her and will sometimes come up and sleep next to you or on you (if you're unlucky).Her obsession with floss is hilarious. It goes so far that she will stop whatever she is doing when she hears someone opening the floss container. (not an exaggeration!).
So moving on to the next cat, or the diva as I like to call her. Not the brightest of the bunch, but certainly the fluffiest, is Lucy, forever our sweet baby, mainly because she still acts like one. She is a a black beauty, that is (we believe) made of fluff and squeaks like a baby when you just so much as look at her. She can be very lazy, so lazy that she has to be carried to her food. My mom says she acts like my baby and she kind of does. I carry her around, probably too often for her own good. I give her too many treats when she definitely does not deserve them and she is the biggest creeper of a cat that I have ever known. If you think you're alone in the kitchen, you're definitely not. She is there, in a corner, behind the couch, under the sofa, or wherever she can squeeze her fluffy self. Yet, she is so quiet you could go on for hours and you wouldn't even notice her and when you do, you have to wonder how long has she been watching me? You'll never know with her.
Finally, the last cat a.k.a the crazy cat, we just adopted, who is the sweetest, yet most insane cat I have ever met, Leo. So when we got this orange baby, who happened to remind us of a lion, we came up with the perfect name. He is the most rambunctious of the bunch, trying to start a fight 99% of the time. The other 1% he is curled up near one of us, trying to soak up all the warmth he can. Although, his name indicates he's a lion, he looks more like a tiger. He definitely has agility and speed on his side, not so much intellection or strategy. So despite trying to jump on the other two obviously much larger cats, he forgets that he has absolutely no chance of winning, but can run away faster than anyone can dare to catch him. If you have even a crumb or two left on your plate, you had better run, because he will first sniff your food out and then annoy you until he gets something (mainly food). He also makes squeaking noises that resemble a piglet, which is odd given the fact that he is a boy. If you can't tell form the picture, he is the most photogenic cat, and I might go so far as to say he might be the first cat model I have ever met. Once you see the picture, you'll know!
Being a cat person is definitely not a choice.
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