Katniss is my cat. Yes, I got a pet.
A few months back, I was taking a break from the morbidity of an anatomy lab session and a friend and I were discussing pets. He told me he had two persian cats with the female being pregnant. He offered to give me one of the kittens in due time. I gladly accepted.
So until I actually got the kitten, I had to mentally prepare my mother to the idea that we will be having a cat wandering around the house and sleeping in. You see, the major reason why we didn’t have a pet growing up is because my mom, like many other Lebanese moms out there, is a germaphobe. And for years, that reflected on me. I wouldn’t get anywhere near animals.
However, when I went to AUB and got inundated with a torrent of cats everywhere I went, I started to get used to the idea of animals being around. Then my little brother found a white blue-eyed Turkish angora cat, which we named Minet. Minet was deaf. It did nothing but sleep and eat all day. Around february 2008, however, Minet disappears. It transpires that someone had poisoned her. A sad day, indeed.
This time, however, I cached in the “little brother abroad” card with my mom to let me keep Katniss, the cat my friend gave me, inside. I actually went for the first time ever to buy cat food and litter. The little fur ball didn’t like tuna and sardines. Even the cat is worried about rotten food, apparently.
I’ve spent the last few days training Katniss to use the litter box and get acquainted with her food. It’s a work in progress. But Katniss is now following me wherever I go, so that must mean I’m doing something right. Right?
And over the course of these past 4 days, guess who’s the person that has gotten the most entertained by Katniss? Yes, you guessed it. My mom. She called me the other day to let me know Katniss used the litter box all by herself. A proud moment, apparently.
So since I don’t want to keep you waiting any longer, here’s Katniss.
My brother chose the name and I found it appropriate. Sorry to disappoint you Hunger Games fans.
Congrats, simply adorable!!!!
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Haha thanks 😀
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She’s lovely. Very sad about your previous pet. How could anyone be so cruel.
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I know. Horrible people.
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Jamelik ma fi meno bi kel 3ebrine
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Hahahaha zouzou beddna nrou2 😛
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So cute!
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