[DragonGlitch]

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☆ I'm Raichi ☆

☆ "You could say I'm a cat man." ☆

☆ Username: Believix ☆
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☆ Name: "My names Raichi..." ☆

Purr... Purr...

Purr... Purr...

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☆ Gender: "If you can't tell, I'm a male" ☆
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☆ Cat's name & why: "His name is Zipp, okay? don't ask me why." ☆
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☆ "I, Raichi, decided to name my cat Zipp. Zipp is lightning fast and we have to prevent him from running away sometimes. Despite that, he can be a real sweetheart and sleep on my back, spaced out."
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☆ "I got him from the shelter about a month ago, and he is 4 months, and 22 days old. I was reading his description, I asked to hold him, and he almost zoomed out of my arms like a zipper."
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☆ "I had trouble deciding a name, even though it was obvious. The next day, I finally adopted Zipp, and named him on the spot."
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☆ "After 5 minutes of running around, and getting me to chase him, he ends up getting sleepy, and I have to carry him to his tower. *
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☆ "I got him because my mom and dad died in a car accident. I had no friends, enough money to get the essentials, but I was lonely. Zipp keeps me occupied and forget about the past."

☆ "I live by myself, and I have no friends. So I got one."

☆ " That Was The Best Day Of my Life" ☆

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[bite sized kuiper]

-dropping out-

[*Sunnypawz*]

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[Ines.]

Username: My Gay Otp
Name: Coho
Gender: female but tomboy
Cat's name & why:Coho cat's name is Dean. She is a huge nerd and named him after the
character on Supernatural. The reason she has it is because her house has rats. It's very simple
Reason but she as grown attached to him and they are the best of bros.

[IrkenChu]

Dropping ^^'

[Apollosaurus]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Cat's name & why:


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[M00N]

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Username: M00N
Name: Husk
Gender: Male [Transgender]

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Cat's name & why:

ren·e·gade
noun
1. a person who deserts and betrays an organization, country, or set of principles.

"I didn't have my life in order. Never did, but hey, I can't say I woulda cared to
before her."
The young man in front of you begins to tell his story. His hair is more of a tumbling
white mess than what you would think of as hair. On his lap sits a small cat, itself not
particularly groomed, but happy nonetheless.
"My mother was rid of me, by my choice of course. We had never gotten along, and at
20 I had to admit that I was due to head my own way. I was kept off the streets by my
friends at the time, personally never thinking that there could be any better place to
sleep than a couch that didn't belong to me. It was evident of course that my various
"hosts" didn't enjoy my insistent laziness and refusal to employ myself or to move my
life forward whatsoever, but I didn't really connect to their discontent. The first
time I actually understood was when I was kicked out of my friend's house when she
got married. At the time I would have been 23, and I guess that week when I was
moving my stuff to my other buddy's house, it really sunk in that my life was nothing
short of a total mess. All I had were girly clothes that made we feel absolutely awful,
and about $100 in a bank account to buy cheetos or similar junk. I knew I wasn't happy,
I had to make a change, but where could I even start? I never went to college, had
never been in a job for more than a month either.
Husk takes a break from speaking, petting the cat. It lets out a small purr before he
starts up again.
"There wasn't a plan I could conceive to get myself out of poverty, no job I could find
that paid higher than minimum wage, and even more frighteningly, many that only paid
the minimum even required previous experience or some sort of college education. I
had no idea what "the real world" was like, and upon realizing that, I cried. Throwing
myself back into simply living in other people's houses without a care seemed humiliating
now, but I still simply didn't know what to do.
Then I met Renegade.
I was stumbling down the street without any particular motive, when I saw the orange
tabby (still a kitten at the time, only a month old) all alone in the alley beside the
apartment building I lived in. There was no mother in sight. I reached for her tiny,
and initially she hissed and scratched my arm, but as I reached for her a second time she
relaxed and let me slip her into my hoodie pocket.
I was a "girl" who was a boy where that sort of thing wasn't valid, and she was a kitten who
was much more like a cat, we were two who were different, who had betrayed our roots, who
were brave for daring to do so. She might have died had I not saved her, and I would have
wasted away.
Taking care of lil' Ren, as I nicknamed her, got me going on the path to respecting my life and
who I really was. I got a job to take care of us and eventually to pay for our new house.
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[Echos]

Username: .InSaniTy
Name:
Gender: Male
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Wip

[nervousdog]

Username: MultipleDinosaus
Name: Merik
Gender: Male
Cat's name & why: Bride ;; Bride got her name for two reasons . The first was how he met her, at a wedding . The feline was merely a kitten at the time and was a stray, but far from feral . Merik was at some cousin's wedding when he had noticed the fur ball under a table . The cat seemed to be taken with the bride, who happened to be allergic to cats . Because of that, Merik decided that once the wedding was over he would take the cat to his home to avoid having it follow the bride and groom home . And that is exactly what he did . For the first few weeks all the tabby did was follow him around the house and beg for his attention, to which he would laugh because it felt like it was his "honeymoon" with the cat with how clingy she had been . After a while the cat became more independent like they usually do, but Bride would still follow Merik to different rooms or follow him when he went out or took a walk . The second was because she stays by his side, like a bride does with her groom, and that is why Merik had given her the name "Bride" .

[Cleverify]

Username:
Cleverify

Name:
Elton - "El"

Gender:
Male

Cat's name & why:

"BEELZEBUB!!!"

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Elton ran a hand through his thick hair as his exhausted eyes flicked to the clock periodically. The workload had been heavy today, and as soon as the hands read "5:30" he leaped up with the last of his energy and carded out before bull-dozing his way outside. His face was immediately blasted with cold air and he grumbled curses under his breath—which was visible in the frosty air—as he tugged his jacket on.
His clumsy slip-and-slide walk to his car was interrupted by a high-pitched mewl.
A cat? In this weather?
Elton's nose felt frozen, and his ears flicked away flakes of snow as he looked around. Suddenly, an orange ball of fur launched itself at him with such force he almost lost his footing and just barely managed to wrap his arms around the shivering thing.
With the cat in his arms, he could tell it was small but with a rather plump belly that reminded him of beer-gut. "You poor thing." He crooned with uncharacteristic gentleness. "How 'bout I get you someplace warm?" The cat's only response was to sneeze in his face, but Elton took it as an agreement.

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"Stop that!" He shouted for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The small cat had become a big problem. His furniture already bore deep scratch marks, a vase had been knocked over and shattered, and now the wretched thing was butting it's head against the sliding glass door as if it wanted to go outside, but every time he opened it the cat just turned away with a look of disdain.
With an exasperated sigh, Elton flopped down on the couch, one eye staying on the cat as it fought with the door. Suddenly, the thumping stopped and the cat sat back on his haunches and began swatting at a fly which he caught quickly. The fly lay on the ground, squashed beneath his paw, and the little guy looked almost sorry when it didn't get up to fly again. Elton closed his eyes and relaxed into the couch after his long day, when suddenly a heavy weight landed on his chest. "Oof!" He groaned, the breath knocked out of him. He winced and begrudgingly pet the cat.
With a look of horror, Elton spotted a fly buzzing over his head at the same time the cat lunged, he closed his eyes waiting to be hit in the face, but it never came. Opening his eyes slowly, he watched the cat, who'd slid onto his stomach, but had his paws placed triumphantly on Elton's chest. Moving them back slowly, they both watched as the fly flew up, jerkily at first, and then steadied itself and buzzed off. "You're like a little Lord of the Flies." Elton alluded, sniffing as he scratched the rumbling ball of fur behind the ears. "Actually, now that I think of it. I've got a name that suits you." He added wryly, stroking the cat from his head to the tip of his long tail. "Beelzebub." Crooning at the grumpy cat, Elton nodded with decisiveness. "Yep, that suits you just fine ya' little devil."
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