This is my favorite creature. I got her from a no-kill shelter. The workers said she “came from an extreme situation” and might have health problems in the future but I couldn’t help it, I had seen her tiny anxious ass hiding in the litter box and knew I wanted to take her home with me and give her everything.
It took her three years to get comfortable enough to cuddle with me and now I can’t get rid of her. She used to run from me but now she tries to get pets while I’m on the toilet.
I’ve dropped thousands on vet bills and meds for her tiny stupid orange diabetic ass and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. She’s the love of my life. She screams at me to wake up when I’m sleeping because she’s lonely and wants to play. She demands I pet her when I’m busy. She sits in my lap and purrs so loud she sounds like an engine. She rolls onto her back and grabs at my arms and bites and scratches. I always have marks all along my hands and arms. I call them temporary tattoos.
I can’t remember the last time my home wasn’t covered in cat fur. I love my tiny creature more than anything.
