I have no kitty, but the guy I dated for a while this year (known here as BT) has a kitty. A boy cat. Named Daisy. Which is a story in and of itself. Daisy actually took to me quite well and would actually approach me for cuddles and loves. He would also sit on the futon right behind me and bat at my ponytail. Oh, and we can't forget the epic laser pointer battles. 
BT and I met up for a friendly drink a few weeks ago, and Daisy has finally gotten old enough that now it is clear....he's a Maine Coon.
So, as Daisy gets older he'll go from a cat to a small bear.

BT and I met up for a friendly drink a few weeks ago, and Daisy has finally gotten old enough that now it is clear....he's a Maine Coon.
So, as Daisy gets older he'll go from a cat to a small bear.

So she'd start calling, because you've been in there with that, that....water!!! Once you left the shower, she'd jump in to investigate, then start drying your ankles.

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