Hello, world!

I am currently in a cat café held hostage by terrorists.

Very furry terrorists.

That meow and just brainwash people before just destroying your house completely.

What is so great about cats that grown a** people just fall to their knees, worshipping them and serving their every need?

They just eat, play, shit and sleep.

Can't they pay money for renting our lives 24/7?

What is worse is Brandon has been completely brainwashed that he even purrs-

Like legitimately purr with the cats when they are being scratched.

"Why did you, out of all people manage to ruin my fully antisocial but decent life?" I grumbled out annoyed and the cats- especially kittens have made themselves at home in my lap.

"Mainly cause I am stubborn which you have admitted to. Also because I love you and you love me." He replies back smug.

"If you really love me then can we please leave before I am made into a permanent cat house for these- these fluffy friends!" I scream exasperated.

"Not until you admit that you have a natural way with cats-" he starts.

"Yes! I am natural with cats. Happy?" I finally give in.

"And agree to adopt a dog." That ass finishes.

"What!? You expect me to take responsibility for another life when I can't figure out my own crappy life?" I retort back.

"Why try to figure out life when you can live it?" That ass asks me.

"Sometimes I question my sanity when it concerns you." I facepalm at his attitude.

"And I question why I haven't f*cked you yet." He mimics my statement.

"Do you ever stop thinking with your other head?" I ask.

"No. Since I am around you all the time. You just make all the blood rush there." He answers back.

"Maybe I should move out. I feel like having a boner all the time can be bad for your health." I mumble out.

A cat comes up to me and just looks at me before just straight up meowing like it had too much catnip.

"Why the frick are you meowing so much? Do you like have an off button or something?" I pick up the cat.

Then it just stops meowing.

I put it back down and the alarm starts again. I pick the cat up again and it stops.

"Clever little thing. You knew I would just shoo you away didn't you?" I ask the cat as I look at him.

He just tilts his head before he does the unthinkable.

The cat pees on me.

This cat just peed on me.

No wonder it went off like an alarm. The cat needed to pee.

"Un... now I have to go change." I sigh before getting up to grab my extra set of clothes.

Yes, I brought extra clothes. I have common sense, unlike Anna who doesn't.

I come back changed and I see the same cat just sitting at the same spot I left him.

All the other cats were currently eating from their bowls but the cat didn't even look at the food.

It seems it noticed I came back cause it looks right at me before it bolts running.

He stops at my feet at meows almost as if to say sorry.

I crouch down and instantly notice that he looked young for his size so I ask the clerk how old he was.

"So he is just a year old?" I ask her.

"Yes. Also, the kitten is a she." She corrects me.

"What's her name? " I ask before scooping her up.

"Ketten. If I recall correctly it means a flaw. She is a breed called the Siamese cat." She replies back.

"But why name her Ketten?" I scratch at her ears.

"She is blind. She finds people by smell. She seems very fond of you." She points out, smiling.

"She is. She has her own personality. She also seems very loyal. " I smile wistfully as she looks up at my chin as though she knew we were talking about her.

"Yes she does. In fact, you are the first she approached to willingly. " She tells me a matter-of-factly.

"Although since she is blind we thought of putting her up for adoption. We don't want her getting hurt. Especially at this age." The clerk notes out.

"We could adopt her." I blurt out before I could think.

Brandon who has been eyeing us closely becomes surprised at my boldness.

"I mean she seems better than all the cats I met so why not?" I try to explain myself in a measly attempt to brush this off.

"We need to give her monthly check-up at the vet. Maybe after that, you could come in and I will have the papers ready for you to fill out." She suggests enthusiastically.

"Sure," I reply back.

"Kate. Are you sure you want to do this?" Brandon asks, worried.

"Don't worry so much a**h*le. Plus you wanted me to admit I like cats so this is technically your fault." I ensure him.

And that my dear readers is how we gained another member into our already crazy family.

Also, the week right after the kitten was brought home, everyone crashed in to see her.

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I am back!

Hello, world! Yes I am not dead!

Just things have been hectic so never really got time to sit and write. I mean yes I have been online and stuff but that is like 15 minutes give or take? So not enough time for me to really think and write.

Hope you enjoy!