I love cats.
Kiki lived under my deck for 6 months. Whenever I would try to pet her, she ran away. Finally, she let me pet her. I brought her into the house, and she never left. She is scared of strangers but is the sweetest thing if she knows you.
Yes, my cat is named Poop. I was jumping on the trampoline one day when I saw a kitten running through my neighbor’s yard. “Kitten!” I yelled. “Leigha!” he meowed back. We took him inside and he jumped on the couch and went to sleep. He is my favorite. (shh!)
Cleo is the newest addition. She’s a little peanut! You just want to pick her up and squish her.
Malcolm lives at my daddy’s house. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him just as much 🙂
Jack also lives at Dad’s. He is possibly the fattest cat you will ever see. I should start cooking for him 😉
Jasper… oh how I miss you baby girl. Jasper was the first pet I ever had. My parents had her before they had me. On March 29, 2011, she was taken to Heaven. 15 years old.