Cocoa Chanel

So, I'm done having arguments over stupid shit. There's no point in trying to prove a point if it's going to make your friends hate you.

Instead I'm going to introduce you to the coolest cat in town. Cocoa Chanel!

She's just so beautiful. I don't know what I would do without her.

Anyway, here's the story of how she came to be a part of my family. At the beginning of 10th grade, we saw Cocoa and her partner in crime, Leo, lounging around in our driveway under my mom's car. It looked like they were kind of thin so my sister and I gave them slices of baloney which they seemed to enjoy very much (although Leo was quite voracious and gobbled up almost all of it before Cocoa could get even a little morsel). It was starting to get cold so we begged our mom to let us take them inside. Her response was "you know how much Gerald hates cats!". But she's a pushover and she let us take Cocoa inside. Then she called up my aunt Nancy who lives down the road and told them about the other cat. My cousin Alea rushed over to pick him up and he is now happily living with them, eating everything in sight.

My father was most upset at first that we got a cat without his consent (which he would have never given). But now he admits that he has never seen a more mild mannered cat. I even catch him on the floor with her sometimes, rubbing her belly.

But still, Cocoa and I are the closest, I think. I don't know if it's just because I feed her, or if it's because I'm the one that gives her the most attention, but every night when I go to sleep she's always stretched out on my bed waiting for snuggles. I wish I could take her to Vassar with me, but it's not allowed. I might have to sneak her in. I'm sure she'll adapt to college life very well.