Did you know I have cats?

I have cats. Did you know that I have cats? I'm not a gross cat person who smells like pee and invites strays in. No. I just happen to have to cats who rule. Rule harder than your stupid cats.


This is Nacho. We got her in July 1998. She's 11 now. This is how we named her: We couldn't decide. Emily and I were in LOVE with her, she was so cute with ears too big for her head. We came up with all kinds of names but I don't think she liked any of them. Robbie, the oldest brother was waaaay too cool for kittens or anything that wasn't No Use For A Name back then, so he didn't care one way or another who she was or what her name should be. We ended up submitting names in a hat and pulling them out, talking about them. What should we name you? Or cat's name before her was Sgt. Tibbs. Robbie got fed up with us stressing over what to name her and said, "Just name her Nacho. Her name is Nacho, okay?" (Named after an Aquabat member) and we all said okay and we said, "Nacho," and her ears pulled back. And we knew that was her name.
Now, Nacho and I have had an interesting relationship. We got her in July, so I like to say that she's my cat, since it was around my birthday. She would sleep on my pillow at night, and I would sleep with no pillow. But, man. She's mean. haha. Once she gets the look in her eyes, she doesn't give up. Once she wants to destroy you, she won't stop until you are destroyed. The only way we have found to stifle this killing instict is to throw a really heavy blanket over her and run away. One time she got mad at me, I don't remember why, but I was slowly backing away from her, out of my room. She was sitting, staring up at me a couple feet away with her ears back and her eyes huge. Oh, she was mad. I just kept slowly taking steps back and then BAM! She jumped up to my FACE. She grabbed the back of my head and started biting my forehead. And man she's hard to pry off you. I just grabbed her and threw her to the ground, slammed the door and ran off. hahaha. What is wrong with her?
She also won't drink just water from a bowl. She would rather dry up and die than drink like a normal cat. When she was a baby, I spoiled her and wanted her to love me the most so I would keep a fancy dish in the hall by my room and pour fancy bottled water in it. Ever since, she won't drink water if she doesn't see where it came from. If it's old and stagnant, won't drink it. She needs to see it pour out of a Fuji water bottle orrr...her other favorite, from the sink. She lays on the toilet seat until someone passes the bathroom then makes a little, quiet, questioning purring sound. She cocks her head as if to say, "Would you mind?" So you turn on the faucet for her, and she laps away. She's not a normal cat. She's also huge. She weighs like 18lbs. She's huge and slow moving (unelss she wants you dead) and we love her.

And then there's Addy. Let's discuss how she came into the family first, shall we? Well, there we were. On the street. And the white trash family down the raod had a box of new kittens. How could Emily and I pass that kind of opportunity up? I always stop and play with the kittens or puppies in the Walmart parking lot. Ohhh I love it. So we were playing with this box of kittens and thought, we gotta get mom in on this. MOM! We want a kitten! Nacho needs a friend! Nacho looked over at us like, "please." We used all our logic, "Look how lonely Nacho looks....but they're so cute...what does money compare to love?..." Somehow it worked and we got to take home a little kitten. Oh man. Hahah. And she was nuts. Serisouly, we could have named her Nuts and it would have been just as fitting.
She was so nuts. She would just walk around the room with her eyes huge like she wanted to take everyhting in and suddenly, out of nowhere, she would pounce on something. Oh, what is that? What is she playing with? Oh, it's just a shadow. And now it's an indent in the carpet from where we moved the table...she jumped on everything. And got distracted SO easily. If she saw you from across the room, it didn't matter what she was doing, she would run to you and run up your pant leg until she was sitting on your shoulder. You wouldn't know what hit you. So then we thought, what should we name her? We thought of a few: Socks, Mittens, Muffins, Sam...but nothing stuck. Then we thought, well she probably has ADD...let's just name her Addy. Done. She likes to bring us presents. Frogs, dragonflies, lizards, snakes...anything she can find. She LOVES to bring home frogs. She never hurts any of the animals she catches, she just wants to bring them inside to show us and then play with them some more.She brings in these little frogs in her mouth and sets them down. Once they come out of their shock, they start jumping around and Addy watches them. She bats them with her paw and eventually pounces again, carrying the little froggy in her mouth over to us. See? See how good I am at catching it? I did that outside. I saw it. I saw it and I knew you'd love it. Do you love it? Do you? Did you see me catch it? .... Yes, Addy. We saw it. Now, let's take the nice frog back outside...

Ohhhh I love my cats.
I love my family too. Maybe I'll make a blog about them...