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In the Fall of 1995 my friend Jason came over to take
me for a drive. It was me, him, his friend Mike and my
friend Kristen. When he arrived at my house, he held a
cardboard box. He said, "Your mom's weird, I think she
wants a cat." Inside the box was the cutest little
kitten. My mom told me that I had to give Jason the
cat back. I was heartbroken. I'd always wanted a cat
ever since our first cat, Tiger, died. We were going
to take the cat with us on our drive, but decided
against it, leaving it in my garage while we were out.
Jason was going to take the cat home when he dropped me
back off.
We picked up Kristen and went driving. Jason drove
with Mike up front, and me and Kristen in the back. He
decided that he wanted to drive down a dirt road.
After driving for a bit, we stopped at a gas station
to ask about a dirt road. The guy at the station told
us about Igo Road, and gave us directions. Needless to
say, we couldn't follow his directions.
After a bit of driving and turns through a development,
we came upon a dirt road. It was very narrow and there
were no lights to guide us. Jason drove halfway down,
then, because we were all scared out of our minds, he
turned around. He decided to be cute and began
swirving back and forth on the road. We hit a tall
dirt bank on the side of the road and flipped over
twice, landing on the roof. The car was totalled, but
we were all fine, except for Mike, who was pissed that
his dad's car was a wreck. Jason and Mike went to a
nearby house to call for help. Kristen stayed with me
by the car, and she began to cry. I was calm, and
tried to calm her down.
The ambulance arrived shortly, and ushered us all into
two different cars, me and Mike in one, Jason and
Kristen in the other. I held Mike's hand; he was
worried about what his parents would say. I became
nausious because I had to lye on my back with a neck
brace on, even though I said I was fine. I asked what
road we had crashed on, and low and behold, it was Igo
Road. Imagine my surprise.
My mother had to come to the hospital to pick me up.
Since the four of us weren't together anymore, we
couldn't give the cat back to Jason. My sister fell
in love with the little kitten, and named him LCJ,
which stands for Little Cat from Jason. My father
brought the kitten to the vet, to get him defleaed and
declawed and neutered. And he has been my cat ever
since.
About LCJ
LCJ is nice, but only if he knows you. On the day that
I took the SAT's, LCJ climbed on my head and smacked me
in the eye. I think it was his way of saying, "Wake
up! Time to take your SAT's!" He hisses at all of my
friends. He likes to bite people's hands. My father
trained him that way. I trained LCJ to sit. I just
point my finger down and snap, and say "Sit!" and he
sits down. Just like a dog. We nicknamed him Satan,
Hell-cat and Devil-cat, because he is so mean. I also named
him Harvey, after the Scorpius clone in John Crichton's
head (if you watch Farscape). You know, he looks like a
Harvey. All my friends hate him. My father, however, is
in love with this cat. I love LCJ, but I could do without
his awful behavior.
During the winter of 1997-98 a stray cat came to visit
my garage. Me, my father and my sister fed the cat,
who was female, and I named her Unforgettable. She was
very friendly, meowed a lot, and let us pet her. Then,
as quickly as she came to see us, she left.
During the summer of 1998, Unforgettable was back. We
were surprised to see her, but we fed her anyway. My
best friend Eric saw Unforgettable and, since he is an
EMT, told us that she was pregnant. My father wanted
none of it, but I loved Unforgettable (because she was
much nicer than LCJ who was in the house). So I
continued to care for her and feed her. Soon, she came
over all the time. In no time at all, on June 1 of
1998, she birthed her kittens in my garage.
There were four at first, the fifth one coming out
after me and my friend Erica moved the cats to the
boiler room. They were so cute and small and messy.
After a couple of days, I picked out the cat that I
wanted to keep, the one that looked most like the
mother. I named him Fox B'Not, after Fox Mulder from
the X-Files, which was the television show I was
obsessed with at the time. In keeping with my X-Files
theme, I named all the cats after that show: Scully,
CSM, Krycek and Frohike. There were six cats in my
garage, and we kept Unforgettable fed and warm, and
watched over her babies.
Frohike died during the first week. I came home one
morning to find him dead. But it was okay; at least it
wasn't Fox.
Krycek was next, getting killed by my sister when she
closed the garage door on his head. Krycek was the
all-black cat that everyone wanted. He drank with us
and smoked cigarettes with us. All my friends were sad
when Krycek died. So was I. But at least it wasn't
Fox. But it was Fox's friend (and if you read my
fanfic, you will see much more).
So we had Scully, CSM and Fox B'Not, in the garage, all
playing and running around and sleeping and climbing
all over me and my friends. They were the friendliest
cats. And they all loved us. Unforgettable was long
gone, having left when the kittens were only a few
weeks old.But we had three playfull bundles of energy
living in my garage.
Once I went to Rowan, my father did not want to keep
all of the cats. CSM got locked out of the house one
morning by my mother, and picked up by a little girl
who lives across the street. My father asked her
father if they wanted to keep the cat. He did, so
Shadow (CSM's new name) is now living across the
street. My father then sent Scully to live with a
family in Boston.
But he kept Fox B'Not. My cat. The prettiest one, the
friendliest, the one who sleeps on me every night when
I'm home. We brought him to the vet to get him
defleaed, dewormed and deearmited. Soon, he will be
neutered. And he will be my cat. My one and only
little Fox B'Not. I will take him to California with
me when I move out there. For now, he lives in
Florida with me, my father and sister.
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