If there is one thing I am proud of myself for, it is my cat. More for the fact that I have kept her alive this long. A friend had given her to me when I got my first apartment. I wasn’t allowed to have pets but I would hide her whenever I needed something fixed or there was a inspection.
She was my pride and joy, until I had my baby that is. I always made sure she was taken care of. If I didn’t have enough money to get her food then I would bake some chicken, scramble eggs, and put cheese on top. That combination would feed her for a couple days. Keeping frozen chicken, eggs and cheese on hand was easy with a limited budget.
Though, once when I was in a rush to get to class I forgot to feed her, I had her food on hand. Well, when I got home I found her sleeping in her food container. She had knocked the lid off and helped herself. It was super cute.
It’s one of the many stories I have about her. She has gone through a lot with me. Three apartments, foster cats, and a couple of dogs later and she is still with me. Along with two litters of kittens and now a new baby. It’s me and her against the world.