LUCIfer.

I was so excited. I was so proud of my mom.
Anyone who knows my mom very well knows her love for animals, especially for cats. She even puts bowls of cat chow in the front and back yards for the stray cats and raccoons.
Confession: I think at one point we had thirteen cats. All indoor. Yes. I know.
But after twenty-one years, they started dying off (may they rest in peace). We got down to four cats, and to many people, this seems like a lot. But as you can see, from my previous confession, this is a major improvement. It has felt so nice no be in a room without cats running around. Finally, there was more people than cats!
Then, on a cold Friday night, something was left on our porch.
A little kitten. It had a note saying it's name was "Angel" and that it knew we could give it a good home. Dang. We took it in. There's a much longer story, on which includes my family blaming me for this flea infested cat on our porch, but I'll just leave that out. My hands are clean.
She's been staying in Lara's room because we were initially scared the other cats would terrorize her. Even though I pretended to hate her, I actually think she's kind of cute. We were debating on what to name her. Angel is a stupid name. Really, who names their cat that? We were thinking about Sophie, Leah, Lucy, Annie, and Emma. We thought Sophie was the best. But we were wrong.
She is a psycho. Sometimes I actually think she's mentally challenged or bipolar. &she's kind of dumb. She tries to attack the other cats, so much for worrying about her. Oh yeah, and she attacks me. I'm probably going to die of rabies. No big. Everyone will be invited to my funeral. But I still go in there to try to see if she's had a change of heart. To make it short, she hasn't.
The name Sophie doesn't fit her at all. I changed her name to Luci. It's short for Lucifer. It is the perfect name for this cute, but scary and demented, cat.
And that's the story of Luci. And I'm now stuck again with five cats...

I just wanted a fish...