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I have similar habits with my cat Michelle. I've had this cat for 10 years, over half of my life. I'm 18 now, got her when I was 8. I totally fell in love with my cat since I got her. Rescued her from the pound, God so many awful and embarassing memories for that poor cat.
I used to give her blanket-parties. All those of you unfamiliar with that term...a blanket party is where you throw the blanket over the cat and piss it off enough till it claws into that blanket leaving it on its back.
So when this happened I would then drag the poor cat all over the house until she escaped and preceded to scratch the shit out of me.
I had several names for my cat, her official name was Lady Michelle Lump-A-lot, somehow that emerged from my childhood, and I tend to call her Lump now.
We also got another cat for my sister at the same time, this cat we thought was a girl, turned out to be a little boy. Unfortunately we had already named him Brittney. So..Brittney turned into a Billy and there you have it.
So Lump and Billy decided to get married. Well my sister and I arranged it.
We made them little wedding outfits and set up red towels and a church alter area in our living room. They were so damn cute though, you have no idea. Then right during the ceremony Lump had to take a dump, great ending to the story. They did get a nice bowl of wet-kitty food after it so not all was a loss to them.
Unfortunately I'm in school now, and away from Lump, I miss her very much. Went home last week and she hardly acknowledged me except before I left, instead she has been dealing with my dad, she is a very picky cat when it comes to whom she will tolerate, myself being her exception.
I cannot wait to see her when I go home fro Christmas.
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