A couple of days ago, my family rescued a six month old kitten from the pound. My mom and sister wanted to name her Mugsy, but my baseball obsessed brothers insisted on the name Slugger. (Personally, I wanted to name her Swagger...) After a democratic vote, she was officially named SLUGGER. When we found her, she was climbing up the fence, and she caught our attention immediately. She is full of life and is very perky! She loves to cuddle, step on the keyboard when I'm trying to work, and she hates the ice dispenser. She still has not encountered Squeakers (the fat grandma cat), so they are on good terms.
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