Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted Dec 18, 2012
Sometimes they can be loving and friendly...
sometimes they can be K.C.
K.C. was my first real pet. My first responsibility. I got her when I was around two and claimed her as my own by four as my sister claimed our other cat as hers. I would groom her, spend time with her, clean upp her droplings, and love her.
She was always loving towards me. She never laid a bad paw on me and it seemed like she cared for me as much as I cared for her.
Little did I know, she was a mean little kitty.
Sometimes K.C. would disappear for hours on end. I never really contemplated her venturings until one fatal day when I was playing hide-and-seek with my siblings. I hid behind the couch. Not the living room, T.V. watching sort of couch. No, the really expensive sitting room couch. There was a wide slit in the back of it.
As I opened up the slit to peer inside, I saw K.C. looking back up at me with those intelligent eyes cats have. I instantly told my parents and they basically blew up.
Another time, my grandmother came over to visit. She had just driven fourteen hours from Illinois to Texas so that she could see her daughter and grandkids and as she reached down to pet the cat lightly, K.C. just went...
Well, for you teenagers out there, K.C. went H.A.M. When my grandmother pulled away in pain, scratches covered her wrist and arm.
I don't know why, but apparently K.C. was only nice to me...
Anyway, I wouldn't reccommend this type of pet for a family, but she was amazing when it was just her and me.