My kitty

The thing I love most in the world is my kitty. She has the most beautiful eyes in the universe. She's 9 years old, but it's like she's still a baby. It came to my life by surprise, her mother had her and her 4 brothers in my father's car, at first he did not want her in the house, but it ended up softening his heart. Only she and a sister survived, and we adopted them with their mother.

Everyone thinks she's pregnant, but it's just her huge belly from eating too much. She likes ice cream and yogurt, but she hardly ever eats because he gets sick.

When I'm sad, it's like I can guess that I need her for a hug. She loves to sleep close to my back or in her bed, near the window to let the wind in. She fills all my clothes with her hair, and I feel like it's a gift to always remember her, wherever I goes.

It has one tusk bigger than the other, it sticks out and looks funny. She doesn't know how to go to the bathroom in her litter box, she always fails to cover up her waste and wakes me up to do it for her. She gets along very badly with her sister; every time they see each other they scream and fight.

When she asks for food, she screams as loud as she can.