When I first came to my family, I met Snowden. Today is his birthday. He was quite a beautiful cat, long white fur and light blue eyes. But he hated to be called pretty because he thought of himself as quite macho. Anyway, the first week I was at the house, I saw Snowden from across the room. I started racing over to him and he saw me coming. He raised his body and his fur and made this incredibly loud hissing sound. So my skids went on. That was the day that I found out cats rule in my new home.
I miss Snowden, I wish we could have another kitty. (Dad, please?)