Hello everyone. This is my long-story-short about my two year old cat. I live over here in Germany, and it's pretty cold by August. My Uncle went out to his garden to pick the last raspberries when he heard this quiet meowing. Well, he came home to his family that day with a tiny kitten, who was no older than 5 weeks. His wife, my aunt, bottle fed her cat's formula. After about a week, my family drove over to visit them (they live two hours away from where we are stationed ). Just to let you know, we had no idea about this kitten, so this was the first we heard of it... i walked into the living room, where my other four siblings were huddled around the couch. When I went to look, I saw this totally cute,plump kitten, and I just fell in love. We ended up taking her home with is. It was mainly my job to bottle feed her, burp her like a baby, and masage her tummy. I can tell you, she was a total pain in the butt! I never saw so much blood in my life! (scratches) Well, its been two years since we got her, and let me tell you, she's gone mad. I am the only one who has any control over her. She hisses, she attacks the family chihuahua we just got and any person who gets too close, and she can not be handled. I a, proud of how I have the only power over her. She loves the outdoors more than anything, and will wnader very far. But if I call her for about 15 seconds, she'll end up on our doorstep within the next 10 minutes.
My mom however, hates my cat. She doesn't understand how much I love Kitty, problems and all. My mother wants her euthanised, but I won't have it. She likes the dog better than the cat, and I told her when we got that dog that there would be trouble. She wouldn't listen. i'm protecting Kitty, she's not going anywhere.

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