<font color="purple">My kitty I've been with since a few days after she was born, I'd check on her often (to the point were the mom moved her from mom's clost to the bathroom closet) when she came out ...too her mother's displeasure, kept trying to bring her back to the closet I fell in love. I was like a big sister kitty to her, and she'd play with my hands until she grew claws and teeth and I deicded we'd better switch to toys. I used to be her kitty bed, and she'd slep curled up on my lap as a kitten. She is more then a little crazy, the way she wants to play in the toilet, climbs walls, catapults off of furniture, isn't very coordinated, plays fetch, literaly stalks me around the house, and acts pretty feral except when she's in heat, then she gets really affectionate.

She helps bring me up when I'm down, in her own special way, by being humorous (for example, out of nowhere just LEAPING over the couch and practicly aran across the wall...for no paticular reason) or by just being by my side, or giving me a distraction because she is always up for a game of kitty-fetch with her tinfoil ball.

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