A backstory

I am a cat person. Always have been, always will be. When I was little, I found a wild cat under my trampoline. My dad told me if I could catch it, I could keep it. Moral to the story; Wild cats are not polite. The cat attacked me, but for my efforts, my dad took me to get a cat from the animal shelter. I don’t have this cat anymore however, it was mean. The cat I have now is named Oci. Throughout this blog I intend on telling a story, so bear with me because it will go back and forth throughout. Fast forward 15 years, I live with my sister. She is allergic to cats since receiving chemotherapy, and I already have a cat in her house, so I wouldn't even dare of asking for another cat. Our neighbors cat had kittens and they all had extra toes. Its a birth defect, but its a cute birth defect. Little kitten mittens on each paw. I really wanted one. I didn't ask for one, because I already have a grown cat and I thought she would not react well to having a new kitten. Plus, my sister is allergic. Our neighbor had a very rough time getting rid of the kittens, but all were gifted to good homes within a couple months. I teased my sister about the cats for a long time, since she didn't used to be allergic to cats and also secretly wanted a mitten kitten as well. Her excuse was that she had a toddler and didn't need another baby in the house. Also, she didn't want to smell cat pee being pregnant (the only valid excuse I think she gave personally). My niece was 3 and loves my kitty I have right now. Her name is Oci. Oci unfortunately does not feel the same about my niece, she has never dealt with children before so the running and the screaming and the tail pulling is all a bit excessive for Oci. After all of the kittens with the mittens were gone already, my sister confessed that she wanted to get one of the kittens. A little to late, but hey now I knew she wanted a kitten. Heres a picture of one of the kittens with the mittens just to show you why I wanted one of them so badly.