Preetypoodle6, we also brought in a "ghetto cat". I think she is a tabby (that's what her picture most resembles in the book)
She was about 6 weeks old about when we found her--actually she found us by following us home in July. She is SO cute. I refer to her as "My Baby". I actually have a picture of her in a frame at school (I live on-campus). But, oh, she is bad too--but she's also smart, which makes her even worse b/c we know she does it on purpose (like she'll try to kick over our beloved plant and we scold her and then she goes to do it again when we aren't looking). Like, she'll get attached to something that's new to her (a sock, napkin, plastic bag, etc.) and she'll growl and won't let it go. But I love her.
*Sorry for the long post but whenever I talk to most people about my Baby they don't seem to care
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