The orange cat. The skittish cat. Sometimes he’s afraid of his shadow. For real. I got him when I was 25 and living at my parents house. I was taking a full load of college courses and thought Jasmine could use a friend during the day. I asked my father if I could get another cat for my birthday, he said, and I quote, “absolutely not”. The very next day I was at school and I got a phone call. From my dad. He asked where I was, I told him, and he said, “well, you need to meet us off Blanding. We have your cat in the car.” I raced over to meet them and there in the truck was my Mr. Darcy. A teeny tiny little orange tabby cat. I fell in love with him instantly. He was the size of my palm and my parents found him because he was trying to cross a 6 lane highway. He’s curious about everything, knocks everything off counters, will come from anywhere in the house when we’re eating dairy and he loves Jasmine with all his heart.
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