My favorite possession is my cat, although I don’t see him as a possession I see him as royalty; I treat him like one too. My cat is like my best friend, we been together for almost 9 years and going and they’ve been the best nine years. I am grateful of having the most loving, caring, a lil selfish, snobby, manipulative, cute, photogenic little cat. I treat him like if he’s my own child I let no one close to him because of jealousy and afraid that guest will fall in love with my cat (which already happens). When ever I feel down my cat finds a way of sparking someone’s mood but by getting annoyed, like running around; not only when I’m feeling down but when I am falling asleep he starts his midnight races and jumps on my stomach. When having a rough day from school or work and coming back home, everyone needs a little bundle of happiness; my cat welcomes me home and thats enough to make me feel better his meows of “welcome home” and rubbing himself against my legs already tells me someone at home is waiting to greet me. I always thought, god forbid if there where a fire the first thing I’d pick up to rescue is my cat ,because he wouldn’t have a clue whats going on plus everyone else in the household like my mom already know’s the drill to evacuate. although my cat is not human to speak to me I sense the connection of communication we both have as a owner and pet. My cat Chaos (AKA TiTi) will never be replaced and will always stay in my heart, and I will always come home to feel that someone is waiting for me to spoil him and most importantly give him love.