I am the guardian of a young (and cold!) pure-black American shorthair named Twilight Northstar, AKA Twilight or "Twilie". I live in the basement of my parent's house with her, and up until a couple months ago, a tuxedo cat named Connor, who died after breaking his back due to a mistimed jump or something.
I myself am a student, still going to high school. While not going to school, I browse the internet (or do my homework, of course) with Twilie on my lap- or, more often, with her sitting on my computer's tower. ("Why not? Isn't it made of warm?")
Here's a picture (taken with a horrible camera) of my little good-luck kitty:
I myself am a student, still going to high school. While not going to school, I browse the internet (or do my homework, of course) with Twilie on my lap- or, more often, with her sitting on my computer's tower. ("Why not? Isn't it made of warm?")
Here's a picture (taken with a horrible camera) of my little good-luck kitty: