Paris came from the craziest house, she was living outside with a group of cats that were constantly fighting and breeding. From birth, the cats didn’t have the proper care they needed.

I brought two cats home from the house across the street (not thinking to notify my mother). The first was Snowball, then Paris. They both had issues with their eyes and both needed to be fixed, and sadly Snowball needed more care so we couldn’t keep her.

Paris soon became a happy, healthy two week old kitten. She was my cat as soon as I gave her a name and home (a name I chose from the shirt I was wearing when I found her, isn’t that clever of me), and she became my other half.

Paris still knows where she came from, and as grows she sticks to her attitude and is as independent as ever (She still thinks she’s an alley cat, I guess you never forget your past).

A few years after we met, I took Paris back home with me to Colorado. It was her first airplane ride (she was not a fan at all), and as soon as she got home she got more comfortable than ever before.

She lived inside for months glued to my side, always learning my schedule while I learned hers (5 a.m. sharp feeding time). Her being an indoor cat didn’t last long though- she was born outside and needed to be outside.

Paris loves being outside in Colorado and sunbathing like she is going to get a tan (she believes she’s a human). She quickly became an outdoor and indoor cat only coming home to eat, sleep, and annoy me, which she is good at since she is basically the cat version of me.

After four years of living in Colorado, she grew to be more and more like me, and everybody seemed to notice as she was independent, annoyed with attention, and never liked being picked up or pet unless she made contact.

Everyone loves Paris, as she is- like I said- just like me (so what not to love), but she needed a better place to live as my parents got two new dogs she didn’t get along with well.

So at six years old, Paris got on the plane with me (she’s still not a fan) and I took her back to my mom’s in Scottsdale, Arizona, where she got just as comfortable again. She was back home.

She was just as excited to bother my mom (who obviously gave in more easily, spoiling her). She now lives happily with my mom and her two dogs, who she does get along with. She spends her days scaling the walls, catching lizards to present as a gift every morning, and eating better than ever.