Contrary to popular belief, I have two cats, not 25. Boo and Molly are their names. Look how adorable they are!
Boo is kind of a bad ass. I got him at 4 months old (we think) from a high-kill shelter. I’m surprised he survived his stay at the shelter, to be honest. He was so skiddish and couldn’t be touched when I got him. He was afraid of everything: hands, people, and being petted.
Molly was a 4-5 week old kitten with a broken tail. She was rescued by the marvelous Holly, who flies to rescue animals. That’s how cool she is. To say Molly stole my heart when I first met her is an understatement. Look at this face:
But Molly has been growing up: