Here's my cat, who was foisted upon me by my mother and sister. Well, foisted isn't exactly the right word... They moved, and were going to get him de-clawed so he didn't wreck the new furniture. I think that's a horrible thing to do to a cat, so I took him in.
This is Taz, a.k.a. Tazuna
My sister named him Taz, because he was kind of wild when he was a kitten, I lengthened it to Tazuna, which means reins (like for a horse) in Japanese. Fitting, even though I re-named him that before I even knew what it meant.
He's an attention whore, and a complete lap-cat. It's something like this: heroin:junkie::lap:Tazuna. They pretty much ignored him when he was a kitten, and I was the only one to give him any kind of attention (and I didn't even live there at the time), so now he follows me wherever I go in my three room apartment; like a dog, he even plays fetch.
There's only one problem: I am
mildly allergic to cats. I can't pet him for too long, nor can I let him sit on my lap, or else my eyeballs itch and swell and tear up.
Better picture to follow...
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