Jasper: The Evil Little Kitty

For this blog I am going to write about my crazy, annoying, psycho CAT. First of all I like cats and stuff; we had one the entire time I was growing up. Well this cat, Jasper is his name, is the weirdest cat ever. He lies in the bathtub to relax, he will walk in while nobody is in there and jump into the bathtub and just sit there for hours on end. Jasper is like no other cat I ever seen. You know how cats are stuck up felines; Jasper is the least stuck up thing ever. My little sister, who is in LOVE with cats, obviously is the one that spends all her time protecting him and playing with him. One day when I came home from school there was a cat as white as the first blanket of snow that falls during the winter. I was confused, my dad, who also loves cats, said that we would probably never get a chance. You know the word probably doesn’t mean never. So, that small chance that I was going to find a cat at our house some random day on a random week had come. We all started to think of names, Dewey, Snowy, Fredrick Bingham, George, Bob, Max, Johnny, Mike, Cheesecake, Mitchell, Whitey Tighty, Bob the Builder( that was my brothers), Jasper and a whole bunch of other random names that anybody could come up with. All of them got shot off one by one. I liked the name Max; it seemed to fit that snow white cat. My parents said that we need to find a name that everybody likes. Everybody loved Jasper, except me. I was the only exception. I could convince nobody except good old Mom and Dad (since they pick whatever side that comes to them first because they don’t want to make anybody angry with them, oh no) that Max is a good name. Days and days were passing, weeks and weeks and nobody could agree on a name. Since in had been a really long time my parents went with majority. Jasper was the name of that crazy old cat. I have disliked him ever since. There are a couple of other things that bother me about that cat. For one he steals my contacts lids and goes into the kitchen and runs around sliding it on the floor. He knows the exact sound it makes because when I put on my contacts he will come bouncing away into the bathroom to watch me. If I leave the lid off, Jasper will run off with it in his mouth and begin playing. Eventually he will slide it under the armchair and there it will sit until I go out and lift it up to get it. One other thing that he does is he will hide under my bed and when I walk by and swat at my toes, OUCH that hurts. It is the hardest thing to get him out of there so I try to avoid walking next to my bed. I have never liked cats that much from the day when one cat scratched me right across the arm and drew blood all over. That was when I was 5 so I don’t remember much. This is for last week because I am a procrastinating lazy slacker.