Many people may think that living with six cats might get on your nerves after a while, and it does. I still live at home with my parents, but I’m seriously considering moving out soon because of our cats, and because I don’t want to live with my parents forever. I live with six cats at my home and they are a real handful. Their names are Violet, Gordon, Annie, Maggie, White Cat, and Black Cat. We have never gone out looking to buy a cat. We’ve never wanted pet cats. They all have just showed up at our house with my older sister.
My sister, Jennifer, has brought all of the cats we own to our house unannounced and now my parents and I are stuck with them now that Jennifer has moved out. I do admit that I don’t mind the cats that much. They’re usually outside most of the time, but when they are all in the house at the same time, I feel like punting them across town. Our oldest cat, Violet, came home with my oldest sister about ten years ago when she decided to adopt an unwanted cat from her boy friend’s. The second oldest, Gordon, was a stray that showed up to our house one day. We felt sorry for it so we made the mistake of feeding him, and he has lived with us ever since. Annie and Maggie were a double package. We got them when my dad, sister, and I were driving down a country road and were forced to swerve into the ditch to dodge two little dots sitting in the middle of the road. These little dots were Annie and Maggie. They were in the middle of the country with no home in site. They had weird cuts and wounds all over and weren’t even old enough to eat on their own. My sister nursed them back to health, and they too have been living at our home ever since. The most recent case was two cats, one a white male and the other a black female. They go together pretty nicely. They have names, but my mom keeps changing them, so I just call them White Cat and Black Cat. They came from one of my sisters friends. Her friend was moving away so she couldn’t have them anymore. Her dad was going to shoot them so my sister swooped in to save them and dump them on us. At this time, my sister was moved out of the house.
When I tell people that I live with six cats, they think I’m crazy. They can’t imagine living with six little fury, scratchy, noisy, sneaky, jumpy, stinky cats, but now that I think about it, I’ve lived with them for so long I can’t really imagine not living with them.
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