We'd been asking for a dog, but dogs are a lot of work and have pretty demanding schedules. With both parents working full time, it did not seem like a good plan. So instead, Dad offered to get us all a cat. They went to the local shelter and picked out a good one. He was a cute little orange ball of affection that just seemed to be asking to be brought home.
We love him, but there's not much to say beyond the fact that he's just a typical playful little kitty.
Then came Ned.
As they say, cat's are like potato chips, can't have just one, so it wasn't long before my parents brought home this second kitten.
Originally we were going to name him James Bond, because he was such a dapper tuxedo cat, but after observing his personality for a bit, that just seemed cruel. Ned is not a smart cat. It's not just that he crashes into windows on a regular basis, not realizing that a barrier is there, he sometimes even crashes into us and we're not transparent. He doesn't seem to understand that a toy on a string isn't some sort of evil monster capable of quickly killing him. He jumps to the highest place possible and acts all superior, until he realizes that the grown-ups can still yank him down easily. He loves laying in the warm sunny patches, no not in the winter, in the sweltering heat of summer. When we go to bed at night, he goes under the bed and then claws at the underside of the mattress for no discernible reason.
Transcriber: Marjorie Skiba
About Orator: Madison lives in Virginia with one set of parents, two dogs and two cats. She likes to play field hockey and build model rockets.
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