Meet my Sasha Boo. My Mister Man.
And yes, even though he is very pretty and has a girly name he is, in fact, A BOY!!!!!!!
Although, he is too pretty to be a boy.
He also has very, very long whiskers.
We've had Sasha for about 10 years now, possibly more. He's our prison cat. At the prison my dad used to work at, they had a problem with feral cats. The cats didn't have a problem with finding food, so, to help with the issue (and instead of sending them to the SPCA) they would setup traps, catch the cats, get them fixed, then set them loose again. And of course, Sasha got caught in the cage. This is funny because later on, when we were trying to catch a possum that wouldn't leave our house, Sasha got caught in the same type of cage AGAIN. You would think he would've learned his lesson.
Anyways, when my dad first brought Sasha home, the first thing he said to me was, "Now, Ashley, don't get near that cage. That cat has torn up three people already." And, of course, being a 13 year old girl, I didn't listen to him. Thirty minutes later I had that cat up and around my neck and purring like a baby. Until this day, I'm still the only one he allows to pick him up.
He usually likes laying on my bed while I'm knitting.
Sasha is pretty much my cat and my cat only... unless you have bacon... he'll love you if you have bacon!
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