Meet Dexter

Dexter is my cat. :>



















He's about four and half months old, or atleast that is what the vet told me on his last check-up. He was originally my boyfriend's freind Grant's, but... due to some unconventional circumstances he was unable to keep the kitty and instead left him in a house where the owner of said house did not want him. So he left him in a room by himself, fed him once in a while, and never changed his litter box. :(

Needless to say the animal lover in me (a strong one at that) just had to rescue him. And now he's a spoiled little brat who makes my room messy and smelly. I love him to death and so does everyone who sees him. I can't tell you how many times people have came into my room just to pet him and then tell me how soft his fur is. Even my animal-hating boyfriend has grown to love him. Don't deny it; I see you pet him and play with him when you think I'm not looking. And, because he's bitching, Derek doesn't 'HATE' animals like I say, but he does not enjoy them and would not go out of his way to save them.. unless it's a turtle... then, who knows.

Anyway, he's pretty much a big part of my life, and is always in the way if possible. He's got an electronic-fetish, and if I leave my laptop on (or pretty much if I'm paying more attention to it than him) he's ontop of the keyboard. Laying on it, playing on it, walking on it, ect. And good lord if I'm typing for any period of time he's sitting behind the screen trying to catch my fingers with his VERY sharp claws. I can't tell you how many scratches I have on the back of my hand. Ouch.

Anyway, he's tearing my up as-I-blog, so I'll leave it here and until next time~

-Kelbit