This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UNCW chapter.
Here is a cat, specifically the joint cat of my roommates and myself.
She is an age that we shall never know because her physiology is vague and elusive even to medical professionals.
She wandered into our lives in the dark of the night last May, refused to eat the egg that we made her, and has dominated our shared conscious ever since.
She has had approximately 90 names in the time that we’ve had her and none of them have stuck.
Here is a brief list of her previous names: Masala, Richard Dreyfus, Ratbody Fleabag, Ambient Lighting, Scully Mulder, Edmund, Teacup Pig, and Poopybutt.