Okay so on top of having the two new ferrets we recently adopted two new kittens as well. Well not so much kittens anymore. They were big when we got them and now they're even bigger. The two of them were born on Father's day and we adopted them on Thanksgiving from our aunt.

Now, the idea of getting a cat for Christmas was already thrown out there. And I have to say I wasn't at all happy about it. I've owned two cats in my lifetime. Tinkerbell and Gourry. Tinkerbell I got with her sister when they were kittens yeeaars ago but we had too small an apartment and my brother has allergies to them, so couldn't keep them. Thankfully they went to my grandmother so I still see Tink. Gourry, on the other hand, I was fostering for a friend who had just been kicked out of his home. I had Gourry for months, and even had him when we moved onto out new house and he was just the best cat ever! Everyone loved him and Patrick wasn't reacting to him in the slightest. My friend ended up moving in with his mom and said I could keep his cat....dad on the other hand insisted that Patrick was going to react to him sooner or later and came up with every excuse not to have this cat. I eventually had to give him back.

So, as you can see, I had very good reasons to be pretty pissed off with the concept of my dad out of the blue being okay with us getting another cat. Only a few months later, no less. I had nearly convinced my mom not to get one at all just for that reason. But, I couldn't deny the fact that I still wanted a cat so when my Aunt Debbie brought it up at Thanksgiving dinner that she was giving away the cats from her litter for free we just couldn't resist. So after dinner we all headed over there and checked them out. Their mom was eaten by a coyote when they were only 2 weeks old so all of them were bottle fed and people friendly. We had a hard time deciding between the four so we ended up picking out two. Patrick picked out a smokey colored long haired boy and I grew attached to a brown and black striped long haired tabby girl.

Their names are Charlotte and Indiana. We call them Charlie and Indi, though Charlie I call 'Chell' sometimes. Why? Because she's a REALLY good jumper. I love them. I love both of them to bits and pieces. They are the coolest cats and so funny. Charlotte loves to ride around on my shoulder when I go to cook in the kitchen and Indiana growls when he carries toys around the house in his mouth. The bummer is, though, Charlie has grown to be more of my cat. Cats live for around 20 years but I am going to be leaving from my house way before that even happens. Because they are considered the family cats and I cant split Indi and Charlie apart I'm going to need to leaver her behind at some point. It really kind of sucks I fell for another cat in the long run.

Dad seems to have a thing against me and I don't know why. I know its not in my head because other relatives have seen it too but no one is willing to confront him on it. I don't get what it is I did wrong...