Boris
He is a loyal and dutiful companion with a penchant for ground squirrels, fresh tap water, and designer sheets.
She has known Boris, the lovable gray tabby, for almost eight years now. She adopted him in 2000 at which time he was approximately 1 years-old. New to the world and lost in a rainstorm, she took him home.
Since then, her orphan boy, the only child she can speak to having raised, is by traditional standards, a spoiled rotten brat. He is in charge, the perpetual master-of-the-house, and is horrified when reminded that he does not pay the rent nor buy the provisions.
He is quite personable with guests, taking kindly to gentleman visitors in particular, and though thought at once to be a homosexual, he is not. Rather, he simply desires a male role model, one with whom he can commiserate with about the sub-standard accomodations in the apartment.
Boris, when he is not being bossy, or running off with make-up applicators, pens, hair ties, or other valuables, is quite adorable with his loving purr, soft kneads, and reliable comfort when the day gets to be nasty. Though he takes up the sweetest spots of the bed, he's not yet complained about the disruptions there.
She saved his life once, her million dollar baby, and for that, he will always be truly grateful and a loyal partner in crime.
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