Kaia

Kaia is my kitty.

Isn't she a sweet pea?

I love her to death.

Look at that precious face. Who wouldn't love her? Answer: my siblings.

We got our kitties four years ago. Trent had the black boy kitty, which he named Leroy. My sister had the orange one named Baxter. I had the little runt, Kaia. We were only going to get two, but I couldn't bear to send Kaia back, so I convinced my mom I needed a kitty too, and we kept her.

Look how little and cute they were. They are so friendly; they just love everyone. They would always come and sit on our laps and snuggle. They would just scamper around the house and get into all kinds of mischief.

My sister, back when she liked the cats. It makes me sad to tell you Leroy died last summer, and Baxter broke his leg and is permanently living with the vet. Only Kaia remains, which is ironic because she's so tiny and slightly pathetic. She's a total wimp, and my siblings always make fun of her, poor baby.

I love her.