So I have this cat, and her name is Boots. She can be a huge troublemaker at times, but I love her just the same. My boyfriend rescued her from a boat yard when she was about 4 weeks old and gave her to me as a 6-month dating-anniversary present. She was just a tiny little fluff ball that could fit into the palm of your hand when I first got her, and probably the cutest little thing I had ever seen in my life. She was still just learning to walk and watching her shuffle and stumble all over my apartment was a highlight in itself.
It wasn’t long before she got used to her cushy indoor life. She would curl up in our laps, demand to be petted and purr away. And it wasn’t long after that she discovered how to jump. Every day it seemed she would reach a new table, counter, shelf or curtain. She has ambitions to become an interior decorator, I know this because she is always rearranging my apartment by knocking everything off every surface she can find. Despite her crazy ways, she’s my little furball and I love her so much.