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| ~7?/M/wherever it's warm ~Birthdate: unknown, but since he looked about a year old when we found him, we decided to call the day we found him his first birthday. ~I got my other cat, Hider, when I was 6. I've always loved cats and always wanted a cat who would sleep at the foot of my bed, and Hider wouldn't do it. I persistently asked my mom if we could get another cat, and she always said no, at least until August 14, 1995. That day we pulled into the garage and heard meowing. We looked around and finally found that there was a cat in the rafters of the garage. A hurricane was expected to come about two days later and we were very concerned for him. We eventually found out that he was living in the basement of the empty house next door. He latched onto us, and the rest is history. He's so sweet and so cuddly and so soft and....oh, ok. He hogs most of the room on my bed, but I still love him. Heck, I could have a St. Bernard! |
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| I will now let Cinnamon tell you about his hobbies. Here he is. "What's there to know? I eat, I sleep, I play with Hider in the middle of the night, eat, sleep, sit in Mom's or Shannon's laps while they're trying to do stuff, eat, sleep, track in dirt and dry grass from rolling in the driveway, eat, sleep, pretend to be really pathetic when I want to be let outdoors, eat, sleep, open every door that I can, eat, sleep, and take up most of Shannon's leg room on the bed. Yeah, it's a pretty good life." |