Misty, my baby boy

I was in seventh grade when my siblings and I had talked our parents into getting another cat. There was an ad in the paper for a spayed female kitten. When I met misty he was on a leash zooming around this old woman's home, and she tells us "her name is Brittany". so for the last 12 years I've always had to say this is Misty, he is a boy.

Misty didn't like people, or other cats really. He liked his quiet time on the couch... and he liked watching the tv show House with me. A perpetual toddler, we could always get him to play with some string, but when he had enough he liked to hide in his cardboard box.

One of his favorite games was to look up at me purring when I'm on the computer... and when I bend down to pet him, he punches me in the face and runs away. I miss him so much. No one will ever replace him in my heart.
I love you Misty

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