Happiness is my cat.
This is about C. Boo-boo Kitty-Cat. OK, her name is Celine and I usually don’t admit that. It was her name at the shelter I got her from 5 or so years ago in Indianapolis. She is still the little playful tiger like I got her then. She was roughly a year old when I got her and she has been mostly problem free and healthy since I got her. She’s powered on Nature’s Logic and occasional bits of my ham sammiches, chick peas, and salmon juice. I’m sure she eats a bug or two as well.
Being single she is the someone who is excited to see me when I get home, harasses me when I’m on the phone, destroys stuff at times, and snuggles up with me. The few that have met her thinks she is pure evil being a black cat and having her claws. I just think of it her being able to play fair.
I can’t imagine being without her and she allows me to have all of above and be independent. My perfect, pretty pet. ❤