Journal+2-Sneeze

The first day that I went to the SPCA I saw my little kitten sitting in a window. When we first saw him he was sleeping in the litter box which was really weird. He had pieces of litter sticking on his nose and it was really funny. And whenever we tried to walk away he would give us this really sad look. So we decided that we were going to take him into one of the rooms and play with him for a little while. Well while we were in there he was shivering and curling up in a ball like he was scared of us. Then we noticed people walking by the room because of the windows. And we noticed that it was the same people who kept walking back and forth watching us. Thats when we noticed that they wanted to look at him and maybe even adopt him. Well my sister has been wanting a cat forever but we were never allowed to have one even though my parents had three before we were born. When they got rid of those cats they said that they vowed never to have a furry pet agin. But my sister was able to break them down with a little persuasion. So we kept calling my dad seeing if he was going to let us get the cat. He wouldn't answer the phone and that made us really mad so my mom went to ask if they were going to let us hold the cat until we could get an answer but they said NO. That I thought wasn't right but there was nothing we could do. But in the end my dad called us back and said that we could get the cat and that made me and my sister really happy. When we got him home we decided that we would keep his name because it was so funny. His name is smudge. Now that he is at are house he is a really bad kitten. Whenever we go into the kitchen here comes the cat whining for us to give him treats. My dad thought he was going to be funny and gave the cat a piece of pineapple. But what he didn't realize is that the cat is crazy and he likes pineapple. He also eats french fries(He carries them around like a bone) and pickles and all vegetables. He also eats all kinds of fruit and just about everything else. Except for some reason he does not like bacon. He likes to play attack the bear because he has this stuffed bear thats a little bigger than him and we like to sit it up. When we do he appears out of nowhere and crouches shakes his butt pounces and bites it over and over on the neck trying to kill it. We all thought that was really funny until he started playing attack the bear with our feet under the covers in the middle of the night. It scares you when you wake up with something sinking its teeth into your foot in the middle of the night. Or when he hides under the couch and when you sit down he jumps out and bites your feet.