Me with my first friend, "unknown kitty".
Me with my first friend, "unknown kitty".
I "found" Yanitchka
at the flea market about seven years ago and named her after a cousin of mine who used to
complain a lot (both kitty and cousin are very talkative). Unfortunately,
Most Americans refuse to learn how to pronounce her name, so she is commonly
referred to as "Itchy", "Bitchy Itchy", "Itchables",
etc. Itchy is basically a lump of cat fur that sleeps 23 hours a day.
Yanitchka in the baby tears in all her glory.
Theo lived across the street from me ever since Itchy arrived. I suspect he's about nine years old. Unfortunately, I also suspect that the neighbors abused him because he gets spooked whenever my feet come near him. He was often left outside in the rain, hungry, which, while tragic, also taught him how to be manipulative. I call him "Three meal Theo" after the children's book about "Six Dinner Sid", because he will go from house to house with the same forlorn look, asking to be fed. He officially became mine about two years ago, and he is now quite affectionate.