At least I didn't used to be a cat person, but I am now (though I still like dogs).
A few months ago, though, Justin's sister brought a little tortoiseshell kitty home from the pet store where she works. She lived at their house for a month or so (I think?) and fell victim to repeated attacks of their long-time Siamese resident Misha. Kitty was brought to my house to escape the repeated beatings and has been thriving ever since. We have called her Ratchet, like Nurse Ratched or like Ratchet & Clank, if you want it to be justified in some way.
Unfortunately, every time I try to take a picture of her it suddenly becomes Kitty Run 'N Go Time, and I have no such luck. I managed, with a maxed-out ISO, to snap this one earlier. Though it doesn't show her off much, it isn't a black and brown blur. She moved her eyes only a little; I'm so proud.
Ratchet is like many other kittens in that she switches wildly from play mode to sleep mode. She also enjoys snuggling and burrowing into shoulders and other bodily nooks, playing with a bouncy ball that looks like an eye, hair elastics, bits of paper and ensuring that I lack epidermis.
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