Last Call for num-nums
I finally got a cat, after a respectful mourning period after Toby's death. I would like to point out to everyone I didn't cry (on the outside.) I just went out and chewed on dead birds I found on the property, just like he used to, and saved my pet fish after he killed himself, and sucked on it for a few days, like he would of.
Anyway. My kitty's name is Miffy. Her previous owner was an elderly woman who enjoyed knitting and watching TV, much like myself.
Miffy's 5 years old, and looks like Clancey (I hope I spelled his name right..) and loves the smell of fabric softner (don't we all?) and the blanket my great grandma made me. I've only had her for 4 days, so we're still getting used to each other, but as my room-mates pointed out-she likes me more than them. Why shouldn't she? I'm the one who feeds her, and lets her sleep on my feet.
Anyway. My kitty's name is Miffy. Her previous owner was an elderly woman who enjoyed knitting and watching TV, much like myself.
Miffy's 5 years old, and looks like Clancey (I hope I spelled his name right..) and loves the smell of fabric softner (don't we all?) and the blanket my great grandma made me. I've only had her for 4 days, so we're still getting used to each other, but as my room-mates pointed out-she likes me more than them. Why shouldn't she? I'm the one who feeds her, and lets her sleep on my feet.