3 Little Kittens, Found Their Mittens, Right In My Home...

One is named Sosha, had her since 2003, she's 6 years old. I lost her for one month and I thought I would never see her again. It was around her birthday back in 2004. I cried my eyes out because she was the best cat in the world! She ran out of my house, and I knew she was a goner for sure! With all those loose dogs outside, she would definately be dog kibble! BUT! She didn't... Somehow, some way, she survived! A month later, my mother found her underneath our mobile home. She was so skinny I thought if I touched her, she'd break apart. ): Her front paw was sprained, and she couldn't walk good for a long time. We put a cast on it but still to this day she sometimes limps. She's way healthier today than before! She's a little fatty! No more skeleton kitty for me! (:

Another cat is named Marjory Stewart Baxter (yes from the cartoon "Salad Fingers" haha) had her for about 2 years. She's as weird as her name... (: I'm currently angry at her because she bit me (accidently) as I was giving her a piece of a sandwich last night, but I'll have to forgive her sometime! She likes to be my little "alarm clock" every morning for school. Somehow she knows the EXACT time to wake me up. She'll claw at my door (because I keep it closed) and meow as loud as she possibly can. When I open it, she pops right in and starts rubbing on my leg. It can get annoying after awhile, but I just let her, because it shows she likes me. Why? Because, after shes done rubbing, she'll follow me to the restroom and stay till I'm done. Then she'll follow me back to my room and pounce on my bed, and start making "masa" on the blanket. (basically shes kneeding the blanket) It's always so funny watching her, I pretend she's making tortillas on my bed. haha! Then she'll continue to follow me EVERYWHERE else I go. When I come home from school, she's right at the door meowing for me! Or when I go to my parents room, she meows there too, in loud painful agony like she's dying. Then when I open the door, she meows in a happy way. It's rather cute!

The last kitty I named Johnny Bravo. (I name all my cats haha) He's got a skinny face. We've had him for about a year now, so he's still a baby, pretty much. He's the frisky kitty in the house, and my mother hates it. He's always getting into trouble! Just the other day, he jumped onto the kitchen counter and pulled out a roll from a bag! And then afterwards, he went into the living room, ripped open a bag of my mom's beef jerky (brand new bag) and ate the entire thing! She was furious! It was rather funny! Because Johnny and Marjory look exactly the same (because they're brother and sister) so when he was rubbing on my mom's leg, she thought it was Marjory and said "Aw, little Anna (she calls her that ha) do you love me?" And then I said "Uh, mom... that's Johnny." Then she yelled "AW! WHAT!? I HATE JOHNNY!" and he flew out of the room! hahaha it was hilarious!

I adore those cats, I'd be so lonely without them! (: