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And the stories will begin again!! I'm wondering what semi-interesting thing I can talk about this time...

I have a sneaking suspicion this background might be stealing.... I think I should tell the story of how I got my kitty! Did you guys even know I had a kitty?

I had been waiting for and wanting a cat for a very long time. While I was with my previous girlfriend we had even been talking about getting cats. (I told her I wanted two because I knew I was going to break up with her and did not want to give up my kitty). But I had broken up with her without a cat and had been single for about a year or so. I don't even remember how long.

I had broken up with her, got my own place, and started to become VERY lonely. My panic attacks had started to come back and shake everything up. I went to therapy, which helped, but I was still lonely and still panicking far too often at night for my liking.

What happened to the picture?! Jerk-os! One day in October a friend called me and asked if I was interested in rescuing a cat. Her cousin had found one and was fostering it, but could not keep it. I thought about it and then said sure! I had a busy life, but I would make time for the kitty. I went out and I bought everything. I was SUPER excited!!

I had been calling my friend a couple of times a day for a few days to see when I could get the kitten! Her cousins never answered her and I was heartbroken. There were kittens for sale at the pet store, a few of them were black, and Halloween was coming on fast.

One day I just decided to take a trip to the petstore and ‘rescue’ one of the black cats there.

They tried to sell me a grey boy, who was SUPER sweet, and I kinda wanted him. He had been there a while and was older than the others. But I was also determined to have a black cat. It was between two females. One was pure black and very bold. She adventured everywhere, completely ignoring me in the play area. The other was a little more shy, but still came out to see what was going on. She had a little white star on her chest, and could not figure out what to make of what was going on. She occasionally meowed, but only very softly.

I chose that one! I could see that she was scared, but she did not let that fear stop her from going out and exploring. It also did not stop her from letting the world know how she felt.

I brought her home, and she very carefully looked around my entire one bedroom apartment. Sometimes she would get lost and meow. I would call to her and she would find her way back to me.

...that one didn'twork. Also Internet Explorer sucks for this. So the kitty! She started to feel more comfortable and at home in my apartment. I was trying to think of a name for her. It started raining, and I remembered a character I had named Amaya. That became my kitten's name. and I lurve her.