Saturday, November 1, 2014

A Girl Only Turns 3 Once

If you know my father in real life, you probably know that he doesn't really like animals. It's not that he hates them or has negative feelings towards them. He's just not a pet-lover. They rank about as high for him as a nice potted plant or a cool framed poster. Plus, the fact they need attention and care when we're busy or away traveling doesn't help the case for a pet in our Manhattan apartment.

But fortunately (for me) he loves me more than he dislikes having to change a dirty litter box, so for my 3rd birthday, I got a nice little surprise from my parents.

His name is Smoke. He's an 8 week old Scottish Fold and the newest member of the Songer family.

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