Greetings from Printer's Row in Chicago. I'm Emily, and my 4 footed cantankerous counterpart is Gatomon. Before I got a real job, and lived in a less desireable part of town, Gatomon was the stray that terrorized my trash cans. But, when I needed to talk or just chill, he would sit patiently on the lid of a can and listen and just give me this little look of his
So, he started getting fed real food and had a place to sleep.
Then, I found a good paying job, and got a nice loft just a little ways from downtown, and it just didn't seem right to leave him there to spend his days rummaging in garbage, so...he came with me. Now, he lives only indoors, loves the view from up here, has a window shelf so he can watch the world from his 5th floor studio and be king of his world. He's a cranky, demanding old orange alleycat that the vet guesses is around 6 or 7 years old. He's got a nicked ear, a short tail and the vet had to take out 2 of his teeth, but he's my bestest buddy
Then, I found a good paying job, and got a nice loft just a little ways from downtown, and it just didn't seem right to leave him there to spend his days rummaging in garbage, so...he came with me. Now, he lives only indoors, loves the view from up here, has a window shelf so he can watch the world from his 5th floor studio and be king of his world. He's a cranky, demanding old orange alleycat that the vet guesses is around 6 or 7 years old. He's got a nicked ear, a short tail and the vet had to take out 2 of his teeth, but he's my bestest buddy
