I want a cat as much as a chocoholic wants dessert. As morbid as this might sound, when my dog Phoebe passed away all I could think about was the opportunity to rescue a cat right away.
Felix the cat was my 8 year old self’s alter ego. I would put on my cat beanie and meow at people, not breaking my character like the professional actress I am. This is definitely solid evidence for proving my cat obsession. Everything about cats screams adorable to me. From their sassy Mariah Carey moments, to their intelligent minds, and their straight out I’m innocent face is fascinating.
I also really just want a cuddle buddy… hehe.
The terrible thing about all of this, is the fact that we can’t get a cat because my brother is ALLERGIC. *insert crying emoji* Plus my mom has cat trauma from her childhood. To top it all off I am going off to college, so there won’t be much time spent with my cat.
I have made it my mission that in my adulthood, when I am living in my own home, I will adopt not one, not two, but THREE cats. One of them has to be a British Shorthair cat aka my dream cat. I even have a folder in my notes app filled with cat names.
To my future cats… wait for me, because I am on my way!!!!!! LOL
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