Press the flag, and stare. Everyone always calls my cat a she, because he's such a pretty kitty. But, my cat is a boy. I got my cat after my first one died. Well... the first cat was actually not my cat. It was my neighbor's. My neighbor let the cat wander into our house and he would nap and play, and it was as if he was our cat. When I was in third grade, he died. About twenty days later, we got this cat because we all missed have a little fur ball walking around our house all the time.
I give credit to my cat, for existing and becoming part of my family. And credit to me for drawing this.
