I fell in love again. He moved in yesterday to my apartment. I know, you all must be thinking: so soon?? Has this girl no shame?? Worse yet — I don’t even know his NAME yet!
He’s 9 pounds of purr and fur! A playful kitty about half a year old. I love him. He’s perfect. I don’t know what to name him.
He’s a Casanova/Buccaneer/
He has no fear.
He gives kisses and attempts every jump — even if it might be too far. An orange and white eviscerating monster that gives kisses and nuzzles early in the morning. The perfect male companion. He wants to charm, to be taken care of, and to be loved and give love! He’s a bit of an attention fiend, and will be super naughty when I’m not looking at him.
I will write more later when the novelty of a kitty wears off. I want to go snuggle and play “don’t eat my fingers!” 
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