When I was younger, either in the 8th[ or 9th] grade(this is to be speculated since we cant remember) I had severe depression, I had done some nasty things and I was sent to a mental hospital for a good week. Spending one of my birthdays in there. When I got out, the first place my mother took me was PetsMart, straight to the Cat section where I had always begged to see the cats and pet them, but my current stepfather at the time was too afraid of cats and we already had a black dog named Lady.
As I was the edgelord I was back then, All i wanted was a black cat. And only a black cat. And there was one. One little kitty names Blacky. Him being black wasnt the only reason why I chose him. When I went to the cages and started petting all of the kittens and such, I spotted a stuffed toy fish in his water bowl. I pointed it out to the person and she said that he does that sometimes, as he is such a prankster[or something like troublemaker or near that] and she went and put the stuffed animal out of the water bowl and set it out to dry in his cage.
And what did I see? Once she had gone away, he meowed, picked up the toy, and set it back in the water bowl, dipping his hand in it to get him soaked. As if he was trying to help the 'fish' be back where it needed to be.[in petsmart the fish are right next to the cats, so they get to watch them all the time]
And I found this completely adorable. I chose him. Even after my mom was like we arent getting a black cat due to my stepfather's fears of how they look like the devil[black, cat eyes, devil. get it?] Yet after a few minutes of seeing me actually smile for the first time in a long time, a genuine smile, she let me have the baby. And on the way home I couldnt decide names while eating some frozen yogurt[ I made sure I had vanilla so I could feed him some] either kellen[another band leader] or Andy. And somehow, Andy won.
So my boi was named Andy.
And as soon as we got him home, he ran into a wall and started purring.
It was love right then and there.
I had some scares after that with mental health, and each time I would be interrogated by my parents while laying down in bed, he would be walking all over me and meowing for attention, not caring about what was on my arms or my legs, just wanting cuddles and pets.
One memorable time, I couldnt find him at all anywhere. And I heard a meow. I followed it and low and behold. He had gotten stuck behind a dresser[ a dresser that goes in the corner there the back is flat and the sides align with the corner sides so there was an it of space in the back. Like a trapizoid] and it was so cute. He has always been a goofy cat, I always calling him my sped baby. Years passed, with many changes in my life, and many friends coming and going, two times moving to a new house. Andy getting outside a few times and a few times digging under the house for the rascal.
But I had grown to love the sped, chunky baby called andy, as he was my pride and joy. And great comic relief. Plus he didnt mind if I hugged him tight when I needed it or didnt mind my playful bouts of energy.
A few weeks ago.[as to July of 2019], he had gotten sick. Really sick. To the point I was so worried for him I ignored my mother's orders not to take him to the vet[we werent people who took animals to the vet, so he never really went ever before.]
After paying tons of money to get hin seen, I found he had kidney stones. I was heartbroken and i started crying when he mentioned that he could possibly die. After all we had been through, i was not ready for him to leave. As he had been my excuse for many things to get out of and many things not to do that would ruin my life.
The treatment was extremely expensive for my teenage, fast food working self. My mother not wanting to pay a dime for a cat, who she loved dearly but didnt have a dime to spare.
So I enlisted the help of a cat page I had been friends with by sending spam of my sped chunky boi. They had gotten my gofundme I had set up to go viral with over 300 reblogs and likes, along with the updates being so high in reblog count as well. And I had raised enough money to pay for his vet bill of a thousand dollars or so. [I had put 3000 cause I didnt know the price at the time and planned on spending the extra money on his special food] and I got my baby back in my arms, safe and healthy and sound. It had astounded me how much people cared for my baby, so i wished to return the love by helping other people, either be happy with some cute cat pictures, or dog pictures [or snakes or snails or whatever amazing pets or animals you have or like to send in] or help raise money for their own pets in need. As I could never pay the money back to all of you amazing donors.[I wish but I cant cause I'm more broke than dirt]
Enjoy this masterpost of my babys origin story and have fun posting your own children[only animals sorry humans] on here!
If you wish to send me pictures of your babies and cant post on here, you can always email me at [email protected]. [so original I know] or you could always send a message. I am friendly and I would love to see some adorable animals!
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