Nine lives and Five homes of a cat!

They say a cat has nine lives; I say it has nine homes as well. I know the title of the story say five but hey, deal with me here. I work a nine to five workday so deal with it. The best part of that day is coming home to somebody who loves you. Some people come home to a spouse, other come home to children and infants, yet others come home to a barking dog with a wagging tail. Those people are crazy! You must feed and clothe a child. One is required to talk and actually get a long with a spouse. (Crazy huh.) I am to lazy for that I like to just sit in my easy chair and pet my kitty. (She is usually sitting in it in the first place.) Within a few minutes he or she is purring away, licking my hand, and biting my chin! (Ouch) Very little responsibility is required to take care of a cat. As I said before I am a lazy bastard! I don’t want to work at home as well as in the office. I desire only to throw a ball of yarn, scratch him behind on his head, or brush her fur. Some times I play with their tail and clip their claws but what ever I do they are purring within a few minutes and content to sit in my lap as long as I don’t put them on the floor. I have had many feline friends over the course of my life. I have required them in many ways. My mother and sister found one at a flea sale. We later acquired one from a neighbor whom had a litter of them. We took two that time, and my latest acquisition was left on my front door step like a baby in a basket. There is no BAD way to adopt a young friend, just as long as you take good care of them through thick and thin. Some kitties cough up fur balls others meow all night, and some will scratch up any piece of furniture in your home. (Declaw the last type they cost money!)