At home I currently have three cats. I live with my boyfriend in the smallest apartment ever built, with these creatures. At first I had one cat. She has some kind of metal disorder since she doesn't act like a cat, doesn't like to be pet and mostly wants to be outside lying on top of my landlord's car. I like that. Less cat sand all over my floors.
Then I met my guy and we got another cat. A male cat. He escaped our humble abode two days after we got him here. You could feel how he didn't wanted to live here.
Anyway.
After a while, looking and searching and scanning the whole fucking town after this cat, we got another baby cat (since we thought he was dead poorly enough).
Then five or six months later a cat rescue page on facebook got a tip about our cat and voila, now he's home.
Great.
So now I got one male cat (which had intestinal worms when he got back. Y0L0 he thought!), one baby cat which has diarrhea and one quite grumpy asshole, hissing everytime she sees the other two.
Once I had this dream about having a cat shelter. Never EVER am I going to get that,
Louise
From the left - Saga, Tigrr and Elsie.
Why so serious?
(this walking dead app is killing me. I am now complete ♥)
/Louise
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