There's a kitten trying to help me write this.
I've decided that he'll be allowed to contribute at a later date, but today, we're on a tight time frame to get this done before the end of the day. I really need to work on scheduling this better, but we're still at a post per day pace, so there's that.
This kitten looks a lot like my cat does: all black, though the kitten has a white heart-shaped patch near his junk. I've always been a cat person, not just because I've had a cat for almost my whole life; it goes beyond that. I will forgo people for most cats - as I write this with a kitten curled in my lap, there are several people outside; I'm sure I'll socialize soon, but now I have a cat with me. Life is good.
When I was a kid, Creamy, one of two childhood cats, could always tell when my sister and I were sad. Whenever Sophie or I were crying, she would come sit on our laps and purr and purr until we were feeling better. That's probably the moment I became a cat person for life. Eeyore was a big, half-siamese cat that could bring down crows larger than he was. I know this because he'd hide them behind the TV for us to find at a later date.
Now that I'm talking about my cats, I want to elaborate, but I don't have the time. Pictures of the kitten are pending another post, as he belongs to someone else. Pictures of my cats are forthcoming in a future post.
****I do apologize to anyone who reads this for the lack of both content and quality. It's not fair to have subpar content in favour of quantity, and I shall work on adjusting that. For now, if you have a cat, go give him or her a good pet and have a cuddle with it. Same goes for dog-owners. Those who don't have a pet, go scour the backyards of your neighbours until you find a household that has a pet. Covertly break in and cuddle with them. Don't worry, I said it's alright.
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