I'm not gonna lie; though, I know most of you are probably cat lovers and likely to attack me knowing I prefer dogs.
But, cats are great, too.
I just prefer dogs because I grew up around dogs.
My mom used to foster them.
Then, one day; the inevitable happened; she fostered a cat.
And, that was the day I met my first cat.
He was an awesome, three legged, black American short haired/persian mix that we had called Spider.
Though my mom swore she'd never have a cat; a friend told her about him and she couldn't say no.
Spider found a home a month later; but, still, because of him; I grew to love cats, too.
I've had many in my life time.
Spider, Snowball, Taffy, Hank, Faith, Tigger and, the current cats; Noble, Malik, Spot and Gypsy.
Hank was my pride and joy.
He was the kind of cat that would jump on the house and stare down at the world as if he owned it.
He was the kind of cat that wanted attention when he wanted it; and only then.
He was the kind of cat that loved to give kisses. Which seems to be rare in a cat.
He was an orange tabby that we had rescued from the sewer.
Seriously.
He was stuck under those things you see in the road; y'know, those open areas with only bars to keep you from falling into them that lead to the sewers.
He was only a kitten then.
My sister had heard him meow and stopped.
My mom heard it, too.
She saw Hank; all skin and bones; between the bars.
So, she reached down and pulled him out.
That day, our family got our first TRUE family cat.
Now, I have three cats and my mom, one.
Noble and Malik are brothers.
They'd been found in the woods; still kittens; the rest of the litter and the mother cat dead.
So, we took them home and, after realizing they weren't leaving, named them.
Malik was so feisty back then.
He scratched me.
It's hard to believe that small ball of fluff was the same sweetheart we have today
Noble was love at first meow for me.
My brother put him in my hands, he crawled up my arm and onto my shoulder where he began to nibble.
I laughed and knew he was mine.
Gypsy was Faith's kitten.
She had an accidental litter before we could get her fixed.
Gypsy was the result.
And, Spot was abandoned by her previous family.
My sister took her in but Spot claimed my mom.
I also reside with five dogs and a bird.
It gets crazy sometimes, but it's worth it.
Anyway, enough about my animals.
A bit about myself.
Just call me Benji.
I'm 19 and I live in NC.
I love dogs.
I love to write.
I love to draw.
I love to read.
I love video games.
And I love my cats.
Any questions?
Don't be afraid to ask.
Oh, yeah, pictures:
Malik & Gypsy:
Noble:
Spot:
But, cats are great, too.
I just prefer dogs because I grew up around dogs.
My mom used to foster them.
Then, one day; the inevitable happened; she fostered a cat.
And, that was the day I met my first cat.
He was an awesome, three legged, black American short haired/persian mix that we had called Spider.
Though my mom swore she'd never have a cat; a friend told her about him and she couldn't say no.
Spider found a home a month later; but, still, because of him; I grew to love cats, too.
I've had many in my life time.
Spider, Snowball, Taffy, Hank, Faith, Tigger and, the current cats; Noble, Malik, Spot and Gypsy.
Hank was my pride and joy.
He was the kind of cat that would jump on the house and stare down at the world as if he owned it.
He was the kind of cat that wanted attention when he wanted it; and only then.
He was the kind of cat that loved to give kisses. Which seems to be rare in a cat.
He was an orange tabby that we had rescued from the sewer.
Seriously.
He was stuck under those things you see in the road; y'know, those open areas with only bars to keep you from falling into them that lead to the sewers.
He was only a kitten then.
My sister had heard him meow and stopped.
My mom heard it, too.
She saw Hank; all skin and bones; between the bars.
So, she reached down and pulled him out.
That day, our family got our first TRUE family cat.
Now, I have three cats and my mom, one.
Noble and Malik are brothers.
They'd been found in the woods; still kittens; the rest of the litter and the mother cat dead.
So, we took them home and, after realizing they weren't leaving, named them.
Malik was so feisty back then.
He scratched me.
It's hard to believe that small ball of fluff was the same sweetheart we have today
Noble was love at first meow for me.
My brother put him in my hands, he crawled up my arm and onto my shoulder where he began to nibble.
I laughed and knew he was mine.
Gypsy was Faith's kitten.
She had an accidental litter before we could get her fixed.
Gypsy was the result.
And, Spot was abandoned by her previous family.
My sister took her in but Spot claimed my mom.
I also reside with five dogs and a bird.
It gets crazy sometimes, but it's worth it.
Anyway, enough about my animals.
A bit about myself.
Just call me Benji.
I'm 19 and I live in NC.
I love dogs.
I love to write.
I love to draw.
I love to read.
I love video games.
And I love my cats.
Any questions?
Don't be afraid to ask.
Oh, yeah, pictures:
Malik & Gypsy:
Noble:
Spot: