Kit-kit-Kitty Kat

Today Marie, my sister, told me how our cats would be considered Persian Blues. She told me that she heard that these type of cats find 'their person' and that person is theirs forever. I thought that was really sweet, and then I look down and there Taz is. Sitting in my lap and purring his butt off. I smiled at him, "I'm Taz's." I said proudly.
She laughed at me and then she made a Twilight reference, "He impression.. no, printed.. no," she paused for a second.
I gave her a really odd look, "What?" I asked.
"IMPRINTED on you!" she said happily. "Like Jacob." she explained.
I nodded my head, "My lil werewolf." I cooed to Taz.

I don't think yall understand, but Taz is the cutest cat ever. If I had to pick a cat to 'imprint' on me, I'd pick him. He is so sweet. Whenever I'm on the computer he will crawl in my lap and just lay his head down on my arm. He is always in my room, sprawled across my bed. It's like he is my roommate. We share this bed, for the most part.
Taz always follows me around the house too, well, when he isn't sleeping. Sometimes when I get home from school he runs in front of me and like leads me to my room and meows.
Sometimes I picture that he's telling me about his day at home. Maybe about the bird that he almost killed today, or how he climbed a tree. So, when he leads me to my room he just jumps up on my bed and waits for me to put all my stuff down and then meows at me. I sit down and he attacks me with purring and nudging me to get me to pet him. Most. Adorable. Thing. Ever.
Enough about me and my lil werewolf (:


So, those of you who read my sister's blog, you know that Marie's husband has a Persian Blue too, Nala. Well, that's his cat. His kid, basically. And Marie wants a cat. She wants one to imprint on her, but she has had no such luck. She got Omi, but that didn't really work out for her. Omi is more independent, I think.
Well, while she was here, she kept telling the cats to come to her so she could pet them. Some would come to her, others wouldn't. She was kinda upset, "I just want to hug you!" she cried out.
Finally she put her hand out and then Jeepers rubbed her head against it, "Awh you wanna get pet?" Jeepers meowed, and that's when Marie grabbed her by her little collar. "Don't leave me!" Jeepers then freaked out and tried to run away. It didn't work because, well, Marie had her trapped. She just wants love..