Sunday, June 24, 2012

Let's start from the beginning!

     Let me just begin by saying that I am not a writer. In fact, I hate writing with a passion. I just can't do it, which is why this blog will mainly be filled with lots of cat pictures. I think my brain is too jumbled up to form words correctly. Surely that's a thing, right? I'm a psych major, I should probably know brain stuff. 
     I always grew up with cats, and when I moved away for college in 2009, I couldn't bring my two with me. I was living in a house with a roommate who had a puppy, who was adorable, but I missed having cats. He finally gave in and let me get one, under two conditions; 1) it wasn't a kitten, and 2) it didn't have claws. Well there's no way I was ever going to declaw a cat, so I started stalking shelters looking for the right declawed kitty to bring home. Anyone can tell you that I love all cats, but none of them seemed like a good fit. I eventually I found one and was ready to sign the papers, when I was told I was not allowed because of my age (I was 19 at the time).
     I was so upset, but we decided to check out a Petco adoption fair just to look around. Even though I had to get an adult cat, I still loved looking at the kittens because, well, they're kittens. But then I saw a little grey fluffball hiding in the back of a cage I thought was empty. His name was Jack, and the rest of his litter had been adopted and he was all alone. He looked up at me and I burst out laughing because he looked SO MEAN, but I kinda liked it. I asked the coordinator if I could hold him and she let me, and he immediately started purring and fell asleep in my arms. I knew I had to have him, but 1) he was a kitten, and 2) he had claws. Sorry, Reid, this cat was mine. I took him home and he went nameless for a couple days because nothing I came up with suited his looks. I finally came up with Bowser, and it just stuck. 
     Anyways, as much as I refer to Bowser as "angry" he is NOT. He is the sweetest kitty you will ever meet, and has even converted dog-lovers into Bowser-lovers. He never uses his claws, not even to scratch furniture or play, demands cuddles every morning, and poops dutifully in his box (uh, usually).  

Here are a few pictures from his first days home with me:

The picture from his adoption papers. D'awwww.

Best friends!

And a couple cute videos, because AWW.


  1. He reminds me of Uncle Leo on Seinfeld from the episode Elaine draws on his eyebrows and he looks angry to everyone. Cute kitty!!!

  2. I laughed so hard at the adoption picture, he looks so pissed!!! I'm so glad you did this, go Bowser!!!

  3. Bowser's (or should I say Jack's) adoption picture is awesome! I love seeing his angry kitty face!

  4. I cant wait for tomorrow and the next post! MOAR bowser pictures! :) this really is going to be the greatest blog EVER amy, thanks for caving into everybody's demand for you to make it :D