okay blades, i just wanted to share with you all the tale of my baller ass cat Ricky. Ricky was found in a dumpster by the humane society. His whole family was dead except for him. I was just a young lad when i wanted a pet, and i went to the shelter and was checking out the cats when i saw ricky. We made baller-ass eye contact and he rolled over on his kitten back and i knew that this mothafucka knew whats good. We got ricky and i went home and this guy would not stop following me. He cruises around the house and the second he sees me, he walks up and is like "wats good fool" Every night he cruises into my bed, whether or not i am there. He sleeps on the left bottom side and gets up to nudge me with his nose every morning when i wake up. Since i moved out, ricky is all hyped and shit when i get home. He runs down to me and the second i sit down he gets on my lap. One time, years ago, he accidently sliced my lip with his little kitten claw and immediately layed down next to my pre-pubescent self until i was ok. As i sit back at my family home where i grow up, Ricky is by my side. I never had a dog, nor did i have younger brothers so ricky is the closest thing ive ever had to having a little brother. My big sis and i were super close, but when she moved out, ricky filled the void. Whenever i was stressed with homework, in pain, emotionally bummed, or just plain chillen- Rickys been right here. Cheers to you ricky, love this cat.