When I moved to Alton, IL a lot of changes surrounded me, but what I most enjoyed was the cat that came with the house we bought, MnM. He was a really cute, gray cat, and was the first pet I'd ever had, so I made sure to hold and pet him as much as possible. He was a mixture of indoor and outdoor, going by the door when he needed to relieve himself, or going to my parents room and shaking their bed if it was at night. He was a very spoiled cat, and loved to snuggle up with one of us in the house at night, acting as a tiny, cute furnace. MnM also shed, and as most cats do, it was quite substantial. His grey hairs were especially noticeable on black clothing, but nonetheless, I would still hold and pet him all the time. At that house, we had a deck outside our kitchen door, and a equally cute, but roughed up cat would sometimes come up and steal MnMs food which was outside. We provided him a dish, and, after assessing he was a he, we named him KitKat. We decided he was an exclusively outside cat after the one time he came inside and rubbed himself on my mom's dresses, giving them a distinct odor which my mother was not too happy about.
We took care of them, and I loved to hold MnM like a baby, despite the fact that he was actually older than me. By the time we were moving again, MnM was very old, and began losing control of his bowel movements. We put a litter box in our bathroom, and for a time, he was content with going there. Eventually, he resumed leaving presents on the ground, and my parents, since we were unable to take him with us to Texas, decided to let MnM have a good last day, giving him the remaining treats we had, and some to KitKat of course. I remember sadly petting them that morning, and my father returning from the vets with a box. He was buried on the edge of the woods behind our house that he had loved so much. I don't know what KitKat's fate was, but I hope his rough self is happy.
We took care of them, and I loved to hold MnM like a baby, despite the fact that he was actually older than me. By the time we were moving again, MnM was very old, and began losing control of his bowel movements. We put a litter box in our bathroom, and for a time, he was content with going there. Eventually, he resumed leaving presents on the ground, and my parents, since we were unable to take him with us to Texas, decided to let MnM have a good last day, giving him the remaining treats we had, and some to KitKat of course. I remember sadly petting them that morning, and my father returning from the vets with a box. He was buried on the edge of the woods behind our house that he had loved so much. I don't know what KitKat's fate was, but I hope his rough self is happy.