Sitting at Megan's house

Hello world, this is my first blog post. There is nothing more exciting than sitting here and writing my thoughts for the world to see. So i will begin with the basics. I am a fourty year old woman with seven cats, all who are are more than amazing. Let me tell you about them. My first cat, my feline soul mate, is named lluvia, spanish for rain. He is an amazing cat with a heart of gold. I could confess to him my deepest darkest secerets and i know he will never tell a soul. The next cat I came across was named kirpatrick. He is a small, ferocious ball of fur. Haha. He can attack me from across the kitchen and nock the wind out of me. Later on i found, Esmeralda. She is a quiet and compassionate cat who is not afraid of strangers. If you were to walk up to my shabby studio apartment, you would be greeted by her glistening black eyes, and her dark white fur. She is one of my favorites. The next cat would be, Simba. You may remember this name from a movie by Disney, the Lion King. He truly does look like a lion. His sand colored fur shines and sparkles in the sunlight when he runs across the street, dodging cars and wolfs. My fifth cat would be, Traineshia, she, like her name, is ghetto. She walks around the house thinking she is the " s---". She pushes and shoves the other cat, then at times, pulls out her gun and threatens to 'catch a fade'. Although Traineshia is a ghetto nasty biatch, she is still as loving as the other cats. The sixth cat i came across, i named, Sir Patrick of Livingston With Orange Naples. You may ask, why did you give such a ridiculous name to such a beautiful cat? Simple, because he is that beautiful that he needed something to offset his beauty. He has a mezmerizing coat of gray and white. His fur seems to be woven from the gods, it wooshes from side to side as he hops around the house and caresses his body so erotically with his tail, that i sometimes have to walk out of the room and pull up the old viby and hit the sack. He made the other cats jealous, and for that i had to punish him. Traineshia was especially jealous, and she 'cut that b---- '. The last, and smallest cat i have in my possesion is named Niyol, meaning 'wind' in the Navajo language. Why you may ask, well simple, because when he sits on my lap, he passes gas that will blow the wind out of you. It is just so intense that sometimes, it is too hard to hold in the throw up.

Sadly, my dear friends, i must leave. The kitties are meowing to be fed, and i must not keep the waiting, for they become rambunctious and tend to become very violent as well. Good bye for now.


-Haggatha  Sharon Caprice