mox-sox

I know I've been going on and on about buying a ragdoll cat because I'm in love with them, but the truth is I already own a cat. His name is Mocha. (or Mox or Mox-Sox or Moxle or Mr. Mocha or Mocha Bear or anything else cutsie like that. I give you permission to come up with your own version)

Is it okay that I write a WHOLE post about my cat? I don't care - just let me show you some pictures and tell you how I got him. And then I'm done, I promise.

When I was in 9th grade my friend's cat had kittens. So one day I went over there after school and chose one to take home. I put him in my backpack and left the zipper open just a bit so that he could peek his little head out. I strapped my backpack on front-ways so I could keep an eye on him and took the train home. Every now and then he'd poke his terrified little face out of the backpack. He spent his first few months perched in the christmas tree. Then he grew into a giant.

curled up.

pounce position.

tiger.

sous chef.

"seriously? just let me in."

okay. I'm done now.