People laugh when I say it. Anyone reading this might as well, but every day, even when I'm frustrated and fed up, I'm thankful for my Pants.
I found him at the Denver Dumb Friends' League. I knew right away that he was the right cat for me. His temporary name was the same as my own. He was the only one that wasn't shy behind the glass, and he was clearly a scrapper; he had a major cut down the side of his nose.
For the last 12 years he has kept watch over this family, and he is always by my side when I'm in bed, watching, tv, reading or working on my laptop. Without a doubt, he loves me despite my smothering, roughhousing and sometimes angry behavior. He gives me attitude, sure. I give it right back. But at the end of the day, he's by my side. And we love each other.
I love my Pants.
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