Fat Cat Riot

I have a fat cat. No not a man with all the money who doesn't care (I wish!) but a literal fat cat. Look at him!! As you can tell he thinks he is the king of the castle. Let me let you in on a secret, he is right. Orange Shadow. That is his name.

Now, I am sure you are all wondering how I came to aquire such an animal? Well. He presented himself to me in quite a manner. When he was a kitten ( yes he was small, shocker!) he tried to run through my front door one day. I had never seen this kitten in my life and here he was, begging to come in! Well, how do you turn down such a creature? from that moment on he followed me everywhere. I would go for walks around the neighborhood and here was this little orange ball of fuzz treking after me. I would stop and talk to the neighbors, he would patiently wait occasionally rubbing on my legs. He became my orange shadow. It was soon discovered that he was a cat of the Maine Coon breed. More specificly a Russet Red Mackrel Main Coon Cat. Quite a name Huh? Lets just say he has become quite the charmer and will be very determined to get his way. Speaking of which he has decided that my time with you is done and it is now his turn.

until the fates let us,

Ali