Harley

I like cats. I have been around cats my whole life. My first memory of having cats around was when my dad brought two home from a hunting trip in Wyoming. Stripes and Peaches. I was five and could hardly carry stripes, who was my cat. Peaches was my brothers. Both females. And they had many kittens. At one time we had something like 22 cats on our farm. There is quite a long story behind that.... but anyway... my brother and I narrowed it down to three that we would keep. The rest we gave away including Stripes and Peaches, which was a very sad day for me and my brother because it was the first time we had to say good-bye to a pet. At least it was for me. The three cats we kept were, Tiger, my brothers cat, Tuby, my parents cat, and T.C. (Top Cat), my cat. That was almost 19 years ago and Tiger is still alive and well. The 'well' part I am not so sure of... but he is still alive. Over the years I grew to love my cat and cats in general... so, last week when the opportunity arose I obtained my first pet as a single person. Harley is 1.5 years old and black and grey... a tiger cat. I got him on Monday and he hid under my couch until yesterday... only coming out to eat and go to the bathroom (thank God). Any time I tried to touch him, he would hiss at me and swat. But today he finally decided he liked me and started purring and rubbing on my legs and being playful... acting like a normal cat. I was getting a little worried because for five days straight he wouldn't have anything to do with me. But now that he is out and about and has decided I am OK... it is nice to have him around. I needed a little company.

- footprints of Chad, 6:19 PM

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