A Fine Cat

     I had a very hard time deciding which animal I share my life with (own, I believe, is an inaccurate term) to write about. With three lovely cats and dogs, I consider myself one of the luckiest humans in this department. It would be very easy to write about my dogs, all silly and loving and loyal. However, judging from all the stories I hear from my classmates, I am especially lucky to have such wonderful cats as well. Having shared a special moment today with this certain feline, I decided to write about Mickey, one of the nicest cats I have ever known.
     I was very young when we got her. All I remember is a delicate, amiable ball of fluff, snow white except for a patch on her forhead resembling Mickey Mouse (thus the name Mickey). We took her home, to which she immediately settled. And grew. And grew. And as far as I know, still growing into a myriad of figures; Today she looks like a Vokeswagon, while last month she was more rectangular. We do not stuff her with treats, and she does get her kitty excercise, but still she has advanced majestically from sweetly pudgy to incredibly fat.
     Quite suited to her shape, she has grown placid and comfortable, always finding new spots (Mickey spots) to settle and occupy space. She is the most indifferent of all the cats, rarely disturbed by the rambunctiousness of the dogs. As much as I love her, she probably views me as another nice human who comes and pet her sometimes. This relationship is perfectly fine with me. The aforementioned special moment today was me sitting beside her and starting to pet her. She rose out of her sleep with a quaint little chirp, sees it's me, and immediately turns her enormous stomach to the air and begins to purr.
     I adore this cat. Luckily for me, there's a lot of her to love.