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I was looking to buy a cat for my niece’s birthday, so I looked in the newspaper and answered an ad that was giving kittens away to a good home for free. I called the lady over the phone and arranged to meet her at her home where the kittens were. She told me that her cat had six kittens, which were starting to wreak havoc with all of their “foolery”, and she just had to get rid of them save one.
I looked at them and absolutely fell in love with an all black one with gray stripes. He was so cute, and I knew that my niece would never get this one, so I chose another for her. Of course, my next stop was the pet store where I spent too much money on things my kitten needed, like food, a scratching post, litter box, and some toys for her to play with.
When I got her home, I tried to think of a name for her, and I came up with “whiskers” because it seemed that her whiskers were bigger than her entire head. Over the next few weeks, I began to get a sense of what the woman who gave me the kittens meant by “foolery”.
My Whiskers was getting into all kinds of trouble, jumping and climbing all over the furniture getting her black hairs everywhere. I came home one evening to find that she has toppled my plants on my plant stand, and had made my potted plant her personal hang out.
Nevertheless, I cannot say it was all that bad, she was quite the entertainer, darting from place to place, and curling up next to me in my bed when I was asleep. After kitten hood, I noticed that she was maturing.
She was not into that much trouble as she got older, and preferred to be outside most of the day if the weather was fair. She also loves to sit in the kitchen window in the sunlight, purring contentedly with her tail wrapped around her.
After a hard day, it feels good to come home and be greeted by her “Yowl” when I open the door. I feed her, give her water and she comes to me when I’m unwinding from a hard day and cuddles with me for awhile before going on to do whatever it is she does outside. She is the sweetest, most darling companion I can ask for, and as I type this, she is rubbing up against my leg, wanting to be let out for her evening prowl.