Can't believe I got this cat illustration out so fast, but it was such an easy prompt. Lucky for me, I guess. I usually agonize for days over what I will do.
I have had many cats in my life. I grew up on a dairy farm and people regularly dropped cats and kittens off at our farm, since we obviously had milk and land and the cats would surely be taken care of...What kind of an idiot does that?
The first cat that was actually mine, though, was Minet (pr. mee-nay, which means kitty in French). I was about to be a sophomore in college and would live in my own apartment for the first time. An apartment that allowed pets. I answered an ad giving away free kittens. I wanted an all-white cat and the ad promised there were some in this litter. Minet sounds girly but was actually a 'he'.
He was very, very sweet. I would bathe and shampoo him once a week to keep him looking and smelling good. He didn't seem to mind. The most ironic thing was, he was lactose intolerant and would get really sick if fed milk or cheese. The summer after that school year, I left him with my parents since I was going to New York to work on that political campaign, and all that milk around the dairy killed him.
We've had cats since then...Chutney, Sundae, Biscuit...but none were as sweet or as close to my heart as Minet was...