Story of my black cat
I had just woken him up for the picture. He looks sleepy.
I have a black cat, and his name is Baby.
He was a stray when we found him. He actually scratched on our door, late one summer night. He must've only been 2 months in age. Where he came from- we don't know.
We took him in after putting posters around for a missing kitten. No one claimed him, so we adopted him.
He has a white spot between his hind legs/lower stomach area. But otherwise, he's completely black. He's got those big, green eyes. His coat is extremely soft. Medium length fur.
He's over 3 years old now, and his grown a lot since the day we found him. We found him when I was 12.
He loves attention. He likes to be held. He loves to sleep. And he loves to sit in flower gardens.
He almost died 2 years ago...
He had an eating disorder. He couldn't eat. Sometimes, I put food in his mouth, and made him chew it, but he always spit it out...
I tried giving him milk through a syringe, but it'd foam out of his mouth. He lost 10 pounds in a week. We got really scared. My dad took him to the vet, and gave him medication. He got better.
He's the highlight to my family's life.
He's the new "baby" in the family.