I'm going to get a cat. Mine died about 4 years ago.
I miss my old cat, the one I saved off the street, but lost to my ex-girlfriend in the breakup.
P.J. was one of the most cattish cat's I ever had. She was about to get run over by a nigger when I ran out into the street to grab her. She was just a kitten, and I didn't know what to do so I put her in our dog's kennel with some food and water.
My ex wanted to name her Princess, but I wanted to name her Johnson, so we split the difference and called her P.J.
One of the most arrogant, loving cats I ever knew.
What was your cat like?
A young stray Russian blue. He never liked to be held but he would follow me around the house and sit on my foot when I sat down. He was nearly silent. Smokey. I had him for 11 years. He never once wanted to go outside after I bought him home.
I guess that's what I like about cats.
They decide what they want to do.
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