I have a cat. We couldn't decide on a name for him when we first
got him so he became used to being called "kitty."
He is huge! Most people who have not adjusted to seeing him are afraid
of him. Especially some particular boys I know. That might
be because he doesn't like any human males except my father, my brother,
and my uncle Robert. He will hiss at and/or scratch any male he doesn't
know.
Kitty is extremely spoiled. He sometimes won't eat unless I shake
his bowl so that all the food is in one spot (how convinient.) I
might have to pet him while he eats food that he doesn't find too tasty.
Worst of all, he'll cry and cry until someone opens the door he wants to
get through.
My favorite thing about my cat is that while I'm trying to relax, he'll
come to me for attention. I once awoke to a cat meowing in my face.
He's the softest! Praise God for the animals that will give the love
and attention that others may sometimes forsake.
