The newest member of the metropolis. INK.
We went to Petsmart...just to look. You know to get our pet fix. Hubby decided he wanted to go into the kitty room and baby girl didn't disagree one bit. Long story short. He found this fisty lil thing. 11 week old female kitty. She was rescued from a hoarders house along with 37 other kitties. She had all of her shots, spayed and all that other pet stuff.
How she got her name.
Pickles, Hefer, Moo, Cat, some crazy name that Hubby came up with...lots more. Nothing seemed to fit. Finally, what I came up with Ink. She has a big black dot in between her shoulder blades. It looked like an ink blot. You know when you hold a marker in one spot for to long it bleeds and makes a big ol' circle. Hence, INK...the kitty. She's a fisty thing! She attacks standing on her hind legs. Everytime you walk by "ATTACK". Her farts are the WORST. Like something pissed off a skunk, than ate it, then it died, AND then let it rotted under your front porch in the middle of summer and that's a glimp of what I smell daily coming out of this little thing.
She's a character.
