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  • I never would have described myself as a cat person, not in a million years. I had always loved dogs and had a close bond with the family dog, George. But when my work colleague Michelle mentioned to me one day that she thought her cat Ebony may be pregnant, I found myself offering to take one of the kittens. I can't really explain why, and I would be lying if I said I didn't question that decision everyday until I actually brought one home. I think it must've been because I was lonely, the thought of having some feline company appealed to me, however I was terrified at the prospect of owning a pet that I had no experience of looking after, not to mention I was pretty certain that my landlord wouldn't allow me to have a cat in the small flat I lived in.

    Nonetheless, on 12th August 2011 I received a text message from Michelle with the good news that Ebony had successfully delivered 5 beautiful black kittens, 3 toms and 2 girls. I officially confirmed that I would take one of the kittens, without even having asked my landlord or told my parents, and now I had no way of going back on my decision. I was scared and excited as I started to make preparations for the new kitten, but I didn't buy anything until I had chosen one. Michelle had a playful tom cat in mind for me to take home, but I wanted to make sure we were compatible before I chose him, so I went over to see them all one day after work. Sitting on the floor surrounded by the kittens, I wanted to take them all home because they were all so cute! While I was fussing with the kitten that Michelle had chosen for me, a quiet kitten, the largest of the toms, climbed onto my lap, curled up and went to sleep. That was the moment I knew, right then and there, he was my kitten. He had chosen me to be his owner and I was powerless to refuse. I took a photo of him on my phone and told Michelle I would take him home in 2 weeks.

    The following day I was in the pub with one of my closest friends, Lizzie, and her fiance Jordan, as we tried to come up with the perfect name for my little kitty. What started out as a serious conversation quickly descended into nonsense, with names such as Genghis, Dr Evil, and Agamemnon. Needless to say, by the end of the evening I had still not come up with a suitable name for him, until one night when I woke up out of a dream with the perfect name: Oscar. I brought Oscar home a couple of weeks later, and those first few weeks were somewhat disasterous, with Oscar getting a very nasty tummy bug, and me being afraid every 5 minutes that he was going to chew his way through every wire in my flat. However, we pulled through, and I began to really enjoy his company. These days we live with more people, and other animals, and he is happier and healthier than ever before. I can't imagine my life without him in it, and I'm even thinking seriously about getting another cat one day!
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