By Jessica Turner
I got a kitten from my friend’s friend who found the litter in a ditch. Well, my friend picked the blue eyed baby, but of course the parents’ usual saying is, “Not in this house,” so they gave the little brat to me.
Whenever I sleep Katrina has to pounce on my face and eat my hair. I have countless scratches from her. The thing I hate the most is when she drags my clothes into her cat box and lays on them.
For a while I had to quarantine Katrina. She had a ring worm. Half of my friends and I contracted the fungi. The itching was worth it for the lovable kitten.