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Like most of my friends know, I now have a cat!
I remember when I was somewhere around 10-12 years old and I suddenly wanted a turtle! Or a dog, but mostly a turtle. So I asked my stepmother at the time if I could get a dog, she said yes/maybe, but my father said flat out NO. I asked him why, but he just kept on saying no.

I've been together with my boyfriend a little over 2 years now, and a couple of months ago I got the cat. Let me tell you how that all went.

I was at home and doing something by the computer. After a while I went to go shower and my boyfriend said that he is going to the grocery store and will be right back. But when I got out of the shower he wasn't home yet. I figured he was just taking his time. But after half an hour or so I started getting sleepy. So I took a nap for half an hour and he still wasn't home. I was about to call him and ask why he was taking so long (we were going to watch a movie) but his phone was left at home. So I decided to just go to the store and give it to him and go back, in case someone would call him. I couldn't find him and was really wondering where he was at. So I called his mother and he said that he was with her and that they will be home soon. Her workday had just ended by the way.

Anyway, I go back home and start with the dishes and I'm home for about 5-10 minutes when my boyfriend approaches me and he said "Look.", so I looked but didn't notice at first. It took me about one or two seconds to comprehend that it was a tiny little kitten he was holding in his arms!

He told me that his mother had told him to stop by the store when her day is over to come and see something. And outside the store has this storage room, and the kitten had pushed herself up against the wall and had been there for at least a day! My boyfriends mother told me that she even fed the cat earlier in the day and she ate it all up by herself cause the poor baby was starving.
They were struggling for an hour to get her out cause she kept biting, hissing and moving around in the storage. But finally they got her out and took her home.

When I noticed the cat I stopped doing the dishes and said "Oooh, can I hold him/her?", so I took the cat in my arms and he told me that they think it's a girl. After a few minutes we showed the little kitten to my boyfriends sister and her jaw just dropped!

My boyfriend and his family actually already have a cat and have had her for 10 years, and the cats name is "Pussi". I know, original right? So, the kitten approaches Pussi and starts rubbing against her immediately and probably even considers her of a mother figure. But of course Pussi decides she doesn't like the new cat and starts to distance herself from her.

During the evening we put the kitten in a little blue plush crib for her to sleep in, but the poor thing was still scared and nervous so it took her a while to fall asleep. And after an hour or so she started walking around a bit and exploring the apartment. My boyfriend started patting her and she purred for the first time.
She also developed a habit that evening to hide under the recliner, and immediately started meowing to get her out. So we got her out, just for her to go back. She did this for about 3 or 4 times. But an hour after that we started to watch a movie and the kitten fell asleep between us, and eventually shifted over to sleep behind my head.

We figured that she had to be either 2 or 3 months old when she was rescued. She had gotten separated from her mother and her 2 siblings and was all alone in that storage. A few people tried to get her out but didn't succeed to do so. I still get sad when I think of what could have happened to her if she hadn't gotten rescued. Either someone else would have saved her or she would have starved to death or freeze to death because it was cold outside.

About a month later, a friend of my boyfriends sister had told her that they also had rescued a cat 2 weeks after we had rescued ours! And the friend asked my boyfriends sister if we could watch their cat for about 2 weeks while they go to Thailand, and I said of course. It was either us taking care of her, or having to put the other kitten to sleep, and I couldn't have that. So the same day as my birthday they brought the cat over and she was beautiful! And all of us figured that they had to be sisters cause two kittens born at the same time in a tiny town with max 3K inhabitants was more likely than two litters at the same time.
Their cat is named Nova, and ours is well, plain and simple "Kitty". We figured cause the older cat is called Pussi(cat) we could name our cat Kitty(cat). It felt like a suitable name for her cause no other name we thought of was good enough.

And that is the story of how I got a cat, well, half a cat, she is my boyfriend's cat also.
And the freaky part of it all was that no more than 2 weeks prior to that event, I asked my boyfriend if we could get a cat. He said no, and look how it all turned out!

Below are some pictures of my cat. The first ones are taken the day after she was rescued by my boyfriend and his mother. And the other ones are no more than a month old. And the last one is a picture of Nova. Oh, and Kitty is actually cross-eyed, which makes me laugh hysterically at her sometimes, but I do it out of love for her.

She drives me insane sometimes with the things she does, but I love my little purrito princess. :)

Has to be my favorite picture of her.

Praying cat is praying!

This was taken less than a month ago. She's gotten big in the past 3 ½ months!

And here you have a picture of the expression she does that always makes me laugh so much. She has this expression on her face about 70% of the time.

A photo of Kitty and Nova chilling together on the recliner.

Here is a photo of the ever so gorgeous Nova! She reminds me of Two-Face from Batman.