Meet Snowby. (Pronounced snow-bee.)
My uncle gave him to us because he heard the news that one of my sister’s cats wandered around outside the house and never came back. He was a small kitten (whose fur used to be whiter than how it looks in the picture) that never made a sound. He was the first feline that I was not scared of. First cat I’ve held! (I’m usually terrified of cats.) He was also first thought a girl. We named him Snowbelle. When we found out it was a he, we renamed him Snowby.
Almost all the animals we take in grow fat. Except for my sister’s pet turtles. It’s no surprise, though, all the cats do is sleep and eat. Snowby loves to sleep by the television. He rarely makes a sound, but when he does, it either means he wants to be pet or needs to go to the toilet. He literally goes to the toilet and ignores his sandbox. We didn’t even train him.
Out of all the cats that we have been keeping, Snowby is the laziest. His sleeping position is often that of a human being, though. Sometimes on his back, and other times, he uses a cushion/pillow. Like so.
He takes a bath twice every week, and if he gets really stinky, thrice. I never give him baths, though, I’m not really over my fear of cats. My dad does all the dirty work. Hehe.
My Snowby is a cute and adorable one. (When he is not dirty and smelly.)