Mom specifically instructed us to never bring home "anything that eats or shits." I'd been planning on adopting a dog for awhile, but decided Mom would be less inclined to disown me if I brought home a cat instead. So I adopted a used cat. She's a two year old bengal, descended from the Asian leopard cat with her inordinately large paws for bird catching.
Kenz had wanted a kitten, so I plan on telling my little sis that she's a leopard cub. Hopefully that will make her laugh and help break the ice with Mom.
Wish me luck.
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