Now what can I say about "The Cat". BTW, in case your wondering what his name is it's, "The Cat". Don't ask. I seriously don't know how Matt and I are ever going to agree on names for our future children. Anyway, he is SO BAD! He is such a meany head but for some reason I still love the darn thing. You can't pet him for more than like 2 minutes because he gets bored. I never met an animal who didn't like to be petted more than this one! He's 4 years old now. Here's the story: I still lived at home when this thing came into my life. My sister wanted him. See.. this guy her friend was dating came across a bunch of kittens in the warehouse where he worked. Supposedly, he couldn't find the mom so he took it upon himself to assume that the mom was never going to come back and that he had to find homes for them.
Of course my mom and dad said "no" but at that point in time Kelly (my sister) didn't care. She told whatever his name was (I don't remember) to drop one off at our house. I came home first before my parents and saw him. He was SO tiny! He couldn't even eat real kitten food yet and he was suckling on a blanket - it was almost as if he was looking for his mom so he could eat. So of course we now have to take care of him because we can't just let the poor thing die! So Kelly and I went to PetSmart and picked up a bottle and some formula and nursed him from tiny baby kitty into kittenhood. This was during the summertime. About 6 months later (around Christmas) mom claimed that he peed under the x-mas tree (I still don't know if I believe that… I really think she just didn't like him… probably because he was mean back then too!) Growing up we had a lot of different pets and everytime mom and dad didn't want one of those pets anymore (because they were too bad or something) dad took it to "the farm". (I don't know if I believe that either… for all we knew he could have just drove it down the road and threw it over the hillside. I'm kidding. Sort of. I've never actually seen "the farm" though so I don't know!) But that's where this little kitty was going to end up if I didn't take matters into my own hands. 
So what did I do you ask? I told Matt and begged him and Mitzi (Matt's mom) to take him in and they kind-heartedly did so. He lived at Matt's house up until we got married and then he moved in with us. I have to give the thing some credit… he did fairly well for all the transitioning he went through. He's a fairly good cat at our house, I mean… he doesn't pee or poop on the floor, or scratch anything up with his claws. He's caught 7 field mice and a little mole since he moved in. (We didn't have carpeting in our house for awhile so it was easier for little critters to get in from the crawl space under the living room.) Either they don't get in anymore because we now have carpeting or because they're afraid of "Mousebreath"! (Just one of his many nicknames!) Seriously. He ate like the top half of almost every little mouse he caught. So we started calling him mousebreath. Yuck! One day he licked my leg after eating one. From what I remember, only one little mouse survived the cat attack. We found him playing with it and Matt captured it and put it back outside. I still think it made it's way back in and had to face the cat's wrath again.. (he probably ate it).
Anyhow, the point is, he may be mean sometimes but at least he's good for something! I know it's a little early (September) but I put him in his Halloween costume already. As you can see in the pics.... He's a Devil this year. For those of you who have met him.. Suits him well, don't you think? Last year he was a Chicken.lam
