Let me introduce myself: I’m Castiel (I picked that name from my favorite angel from Supernatural). I’ve owned Jennifer for almost three years now. I saw her first when I was about six months old. I don’t remember my mommy or daddy, but I remember a big dog chewing on me and this kid came and saved me. But he had a new dog so I couldn’t own him. But he knew of a girl who had lost her dog a couple years ago and he thought I could take good care of her and make her sadness go away. So that was the beginning of owning my new pet. Since then I have had a lot of adventures.
My new pet caught on really quickly. She got me cool toys and played with me often.
But my favorite toys were what my pet called boxes. They are so big and tall, I know Jennifer paid a lot of money for them.
Now that I am older, I make sure to stay extra vigilant for my new pet, protecting her from all the bad things in the world.
Except for when there are fireworks, people, car horns, bells and pretty much anything that makes a noise or moves. Then I hide.
Though sometimes hiding can be fun.
My favorite moments are when my pet makes me laugh. My name may be Castiel, but Jennifer comes up with the weirdest nicknames for me: Kitter, MeowKittyMeowMeow, Casternel, Asshole. She’s hilarious.
The best parts of the day are when I have time to just hang around, on the “forbidden areas” as Jennifer calls them. I think “No” is “Yes, please, put your dirty paws and butthole all over that area,” in pet speak.
So that’s my story. I wanted to take this time to introduce myself since my pet never made the proper introductions. My pet says she’s always been more of a dog person. But that’s why I was sent to her, to teach her the way of the cat. I’m getting there. I may eat her face off if she dies suddnely and it takes a couple days for her body to be found, but that’s only because I love her and want her with me always. Not weird at all.
PS: I have a German accent. That’s how I roll.