Mr. Darcy

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.

Curious about everything
curios

With Jazz watching water go down the drain
cats at the faucet

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