I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

We got our kitties from my fiance's mom who got them from a woman she worked with. This woman has what she calls a "cat community" and I strongly suspect she's a hoarder because she'd occasionally bring in litters of kittens to Nate's mom's workplace to give away, but she'd never let anyone go over to her house to visit the kittens. One day while she was searching for one of her female cats (she was getting ready to have her spayed thank god) she found a suprise in a closet- her cat and two little kittens. My girls were the only ones born in their litter. I have no idea what the mom looked like, or any of the possible dads but I'd be very curious because these cats are the most unique looking ones I've ever owned- I think they're cool looking (and Floof is adorable and soft) but Nate's nephew says they're the scariest looking cats he's ever seen! Their coats are also curious because they're a mix of long and short hair which gives them a very "tufty" appearance- they also have tufts of hair between their toes. Right now Grey is having some problems pulling out the hair on the middle of her tail. If we had money to spare I'd take her to the vet but I've examined her tail myself for any skin conditions, it's not tender to the touch, and she's had no other behaviorial changes except for the weird hair pulling. If it gets too bad and I see any bald spots or I can tell she's in any pain whatsoever she'll go straight to the vet, but for now I'm just hoping this is a weird phase. I really have to get pictures of it, she looks like a groomed poodle!

I should also mention that we consider Grey as MY cat and Floof as Nate's cat because they have clear preferences. If Nate's not home, Floof is nowhere to be found, and Grey is like my third shadow- Steve being my second haha. As corny as this sounds, I really feel like I have a special connection with Grey- I just feel like she can sense my emotions better than any animal I've ever owned, even Steve. Steve will lick my tears if I ask him to snuggle me when I'm upset, but as soon as she hears me crying Grey will jump to my side to give me a rub. If I'm laying on the bathroom floor sick as hell she'll be in there with me, keeping watch over me. Steve will  just pile up toy after toy beside me if I don't give him constant attention, haha. Unfortunately, Grey is neither cuddly nor does she like to be touched- at all. She's pretty onry and bites if you pet or brush her for longer than she approves but she always has to be in my immediate vicinity. Oh, and if she hears me put the toilet lid up she will book ass into the bathroom to rub my legs (it's kind of weirds me out, but as a lifelong cat owner I'm used to it.)

And a scary story about her that happened last week: she caught on fire! My poor kitty literally caught on fire! What happened was I was burning a candle on a shelf next to my computer and she decided that it was a good idea to jump on top of said computer. I looked over at her to scold her and get her to jump down when I saw flames go up into the air! I screamed and threw her off the computer (not in a violent way haha, I wanted her to get the fuck away from that candle) and the on her went out. She landed on her feet of course and then looked at me like, "what was that for you bitch?" She had no idea that she had just been on fire! I chased her down (she doesn't like to be approached first) and examined her side and a good portion of her hair was charred. Luckily her hair is very thick and long because not only was her skin not burned, but her hair wasn't entirely signed off either! I was so relieved she was ok and brushed all the burnt hair off of her. But the smell of burnt cat hair permeated my entire apartment for a day (even with all the windows open!) and it was so gross I could hardly take it! All in all, if I ever have an open flame around again, I will make sure she gets nowhere near it!

One fateful day in November of 2007 I was at Plato's Closet with Nate reselling some of my old clothes. They told us they'd need a bit to go through my clothes and price everything so we decided to kill time at the pet shop next door. I looked at all the puppies but was disappointed that the only Pomeranian (I had always wanted one and was always passively on the lookout for one) there was a not very friendly looking girl. I was ready to leave when Nate called me over to a corner of the store where he had found a quiet little pom in a cage. I went over and as soon as the puppy saw me he jumped up and started liking the top of his cage. I about died of a cute heart attack and the pet shop employee spotted an easy target so she let me hold him. My heart absolutely melted. He was adorable, friendly, and didn't bark at all! I wanted him so much but knew getting a dog at that point in time just wasn't the best idea so we left, and I felt like I left a piece of my heart there. On our way back to our apartment Nate and I discussed why getting a dog would be a bad idea, and I wasn't pouty or anything (haha) but I was bummed I couldn't take that sweet little fluffball home. Later in the day Nate dropped me off at work (I worked at a Zumiez store at an outdoor outlet mall) and I had to tell all my coworkers about the adorable puppy I had seen. Not halfway into my shift Nate walks in the door and I see he's carrying something. My heart drops as he sheepishly holds out the little puppy with a big red bow stuck to him! I could hardly keep from crying from happiness/ excitement and it broke my heart when they had to leave and I had to keep working. My coworkers and I had a good squee about how cute the puppy was and how amazing Nate was, and then when my shift was over I literally ran home. I didn't have a car at the time, but our apartment was very close to the mall so all I had to do was run across a field. Which I did, in record time especially impressive because I smoked back then! When I got home I could hardly believe the little puppy was mine and ever since we've been inseperable buddies. I would even sneak him in to Zumiez with me when he was small so he didn't have to be alone while I worked. Now he's been certified as my service animal and he is the reason I was able to attend classes on campus last semester. He is incredibly well behaved and has the bladder of an elephant. Anyway enough of the rambling and onto the pics!