I loves me kitty

Jul 15, 2009 17:52


I just found out from my therapist that the office of the apartments talked to her.  I'm not allowed pets, but I've been so miserable since not being allowed my kitty that I asked to have him for therapeutic reasons.  This ball-o-fuzz is like my baby.  A huge hole has been left in my life without him with me.

Turns out the apartments' office thinks I'm really sweet and is trying like mad to get the companion animal thing approved.  I'm so happy I couldn't stop crying.  This is fully a gift from the divine itself.

Meet Tommy (named after Styx/Damn Yankees guitarist Tommy Shaw):




He used to like to be carried and cuddled, but not so much anymore that he's in my friend's back shed and very few people ever go back there.  Hopefully he will be his old self in our new home.  Here, you see him in his fatass phase.  He's skinny now.  I'm going to feed him treats so he becomes a plump, happy loaf again.  He has never so much as bitten or scratched a person.  He purrs loudly and non-stop when he gets going, and is even patient enough to let me cut his nails without biting.

Best. Cat. Evar.

love, cats, hells yeah, animals, you're a kitty!

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