It was i think the 1st of April 2013. Easter Sunday, I think. We just got out of the church and we were heading home. I think it was 7 in the morning that time. While we were heading home, we heard a faint meow on the side. I couldn’t exactly remember but we were so attached to the cute little cat that time. He was a few weeks old based on his appearance. He was thin and weak. We just couldn’t let him go. 4 years from now, here he is, our baby boy. He’s so extra you can’t even get on his level. Here’s why:
- He doesn’t eat anything except cat food, peanut butter, and anything that has cream in it. I think it’s a plus for us since we wouldn’t worry about our cat eating left overs on the table.
- He’s grumpy, like, all the time. Ahh, just your typical average cat. Except, most cats purr and stuff but our cat doesn’t. I think he doesn’t even know he’s a cat.
- He’s stupid af. Okay so i feel so sorry for my mom this time. You see, every 12 midnight our cat demands to go outside. Sometimes he goes outside by going in our bedroom and jumps on the window. And then by 3 am, you would probably think he would just jump back in the window? nah fam, he’ll scratch our door from the outside and keeps meowing and my mom will wake up and she has no choice but to get up and open the door. AND THE CYCLE CONTINUES EVERYDAY MAKING OUR MOM TIRED A F
Although it may quite seem that I hate my baby, I love him so much. It’s kind of a love and hate relationship going on between us. And I wouldn’t trade him for the world.