The cat in question, is named Little Brother. His name originates from Mulan, the Disney Princess Movie when she calls her own doggy, little brother. Little Brother is 8 years old and has a profession, being a model. His birthday is June 1st, 2018, making him a Gemini. He was an adopted cat by another family, who was giving out Little Brother’s mom’s kittens away since they couldn’t handle so many. He was approximately $100. Best purchase ever. He is a gentleman who happens to live that lavish life. Little Brother has a very silly yet lazy personality, often getting the ‘midnight’ zoomies, running around my bed when I’m trying to sleep. I try to regulate his zoomies by not allowing him to sleep during the day, and so far, it has worked. Contrary to what others may think about cats, they are filled with personality and brimming with energy. I happened to be graced with my baby.
I guess I haven’t explained why my cat is the best, but does his cute face really need an explanation? If it does, some reasons why Little Brother is the best is because he’s unique. Every day that I come home, he greets me at the door of my room, meowing until I pick him up and leave kisses on his face.
When I lay down on my bed, doing homework, he lays on my paper and sleeps, knowing I needed a break from doing my work. Whenever I have food, he stares me down until I share it (His favorite food is McChickens). He is a little thief too. He steals my sister’s food when she had left it unguarded, the McChicken hanging from his mouth as he runs away. Its how we found out he loved McChickens. He loves to wear the cutest little collar attachments that leave him looking dapper, and whenever I acquire cash, I throw it on him and he goes crazy. bapping you if you get too close to the money. If that isn’t reason enough for my cat being the best, then maybe it’s the fact that he is a support animal without having to be trained. I got my precious angel around the time my grandmother landed in the hospital. She died December 10th, my birthday being the next day, December 11th. It was a challenging time for us all, and when I would cry at night, he’d meow at me. It did not matter if he was eating, playing, or sleeping. He would wake up, run to me, meow, and wait until I sat down so he can lick my cheeks. My cat is the Best Cat that anyone would be lucky to have, and I for sure am.
