Kitten is angry, full of discontentment. Wildly attacking random pieces of lint.
So let me start off by saying that my grandmother hates cats, and has always hated cats. She used to chase them off our porch and scare the crap out of the poor things. But we've totally adopted one anyway. *squee*
It's been hanging around here for a while, like, almost all summer, and she finally broke down a few weeks ago and let it in the house. She even got it a new flea collar and some toys and some cat food. Even though she's always saying that people spend way too much money on food for their pets haha
And. It's been given an official name. Ready? Ready for this?
It's name is...
Oscar. That's right. Oscar the Cat.
And it's a girl cat, which makes it about 50 times better. I totally wanted to name it Mozart, but I figured hey, if my grandmother is willing to let it stay with us even while I'm at school (which she hasn't agreed to do yet, but trust me, she will eventually), then she can name it whatever the hell she wants.
Yeah. I'm so hardcore, updating about cats.
It's been hanging around here for a while, like, almost all summer, and she finally broke down a few weeks ago and let it in the house. She even got it a new flea collar and some toys and some cat food. Even though she's always saying that people spend way too much money on food for their pets haha
And. It's been given an official name. Ready? Ready for this?
It's name is...
Oscar. That's right. Oscar the Cat.
And it's a girl cat, which makes it about 50 times better. I totally wanted to name it Mozart, but I figured hey, if my grandmother is willing to let it stay with us even while I'm at school (which she hasn't agreed to do yet, but trust me, she will eventually), then she can name it whatever the hell she wants.
Yeah. I'm so hardcore, updating about cats.