I have always been an animal lover. I grew up having cats, dogs, rabbits, chickens, horses, pigs, etc. I knew when I moved out at the young age of 16 that I wanted a pet of my own. A couple of months later, I stole Mikka. Yes, you read that right. I stole her; I stole her right out of someone’s house. Now let me explain why I don’t mind incriminating myself on the internet. Mikka belonged to someone I knew- and they weren’t taking care of her. They neglected to feed her, they kicked her around, and they let her run around outside. She had no vet care, and she was so skinny! So I took it upon myself to rescue her when they were not home. Does that make me a criminal? Maybe. Does that make me a shitty person? Absolutely not.
Mikka and I have been inseparable for the past 7 years. She is my best friend. She is a diva, to say the least. She definitely runs the house. She’s bitchy and bossy and wants what she wants when she wants it… and to her defense, I normally give it to her (I have created two monsters!) Anybody that knows me, knows that I would give up every other animal I have (yes, even the two-legged ones) for Mikka. She truly saved my life at times. She has comforted me while I’ve cried and she has stuck by me when things were not ideal (though not without a little protesting). I couldn’t imagine my life without my little black cat. She keeps me on my toes, she keeps me entertained, and she keeps the house decorated for Halloween all-year ’round!
The Funny Farm 