My cats

I, as you know, have two cats. I got Kitty Marie when I was three. He was the runt of the group of kittens. I saw him and fell in love. I kept on begging my parents to let me take him home. We had had another cat named George but after he died we were pettless. So my parents give in and I held that little kitten all the way home and I still have him. There was some problems with figuring out his gender. The girl I got him from said that he was a she. So, I named him Kitty Marie.  I got his name based off of the girl kitten, Marie, from The Aristocrats. Even though kitty is an Orange Tabby. Anyways, The doctor told us that Kitty Marie was a guy. He suggested that I change his name to Kitty Mario and I was like, "Uh, No Way!! He'll just have to live with a girl name...." Give me a break, I was three okay! So then on my 12th birthday I got Fuzzy. Fuzzy was found by someone at my mom's work and she was sitting outside a shelter. My mom got her and hid her in the bathroom. When I came home she opened the bathroom door and Fuzzy ran around like, well, a cat. While she was running I decided to name her Fuzzy Wuzzy to be ironic since she had so much fur. The one thing you should know about Fuzzy is that her meow is really high pitched and squeaky. It is cute at first but then it hurts your ears. Kitty had been getting a little chubby so Fuzzy came around and got him in shape again. They run around the house and have mini many battles.