My story.
I hate how people say that, eugh! As if a good old cat isn't as good as a dog? Dream on. I still remember the day I got my little Sokz (socks) you can guess what he looks like by now. Anyway as soon as we went into the animal shelter we walked through the teeniest little corridor. We saw small kittens, great big fat tabby cats but they just all looked the same,your average cat.Then we walked on, all sight of owning the kitten of my dreams had vanished, that was until I saw the tiniest little kitten staring at its paws in confusion. After laughing at it with my parents, I realised what paws there were too! The cat was jet black until you got to it's little paws, which were sparkling white. As you've guessed we snatched him up quick.Sokz adapted to our home very well, he came home and named him, which you know of. As soon as I called out his name his tail shot up in the air and his beautiful sparkling blue eyes lit up and he darted to my arms."Aha,theres a boy." I soothed. Most of that night was spent looking after my darling little prince,then he snuggled up on my lap and after a few more minutes his purrs became longer.They were snores.
I've had my little Sokz to this day. I've moved out, i'm 21 and i'm studying medicine in college.I still spend most nights curled up on the sofa with my little Sokz. He's not much bigger. He's still got his socks on and snores the exact same way. I love my little cat to pieces.
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