Day 20: balls of fluff

Day 20
I wonder if my memories have been lacking a little. I want to write as much as I can but I am getting a little discouraged because of the lack of the comments. I want to try to finish the project though.
So, I may try to sketch out a couple of memories ahead of time. I am not sure it depends on how much down time there is at work. For some reasons, we seem to get a lot of phone calls lately. (These people need to stop breaking their coffee brewers, sadly it is close to christmas so I am sure it is not going to die down anytime soon.)
I know in a couple post I mentioned things that I would talk about later, and then I never got to them... I am going to try to by the end of the month....
Right now, I want to talk about cats (and a dog). I actually miss having cats. One of the last cats we had would take naps with me. He was a ginger cat named Rocky. He was adorable. He had a brother who was lighter than him named Merlin.
I remember before I would lay down, I would try to get him to play with the scroll calendar that was at the front of my bed, or other random little things.
Actually until middle school it seems we always had a cat. We had a dog once, or we were going to think of getting one. I tried to feed it when it was sleeping, and it bit me, so that was the end of that. I was 6 and thought it would be cute for him to wake up and find a treat near him. Obviously not a good plan. I don't think he hurt me, just nipped at me, since I don't remember getting stitches. (Only had stitches that one time, which I talked about when I fell up the stairs)
Sometime in Arcadia, between elementary and middle school, I remember I was angry about something. There was a cat in the window. One of the calico cats.. I honestly don't remember which one.
I think I was actually angry that the cat wouldn't play with me. I know I had been walking around the house, and at that time it was between mows, so the grass around the side yard and the front yard had grown like a wild jungle. I would play many games wandering through the grass, and climbing the japanese cherry tree.
Anyway, I was mad and for some reason got the urge to punch the window. I am not sure why I did it. But I did, and the window broke, and I got in trouble.
I know that wasn't the first window I had broken in Arcadia, since at one point safety glass was put in my window. That was the only window I punched though. Forgot what happened to the other ones. I think I accidently threw something through one.
I know we also had the cutest white cat ever. I think he was a burmase. I called him seal, because when he was born. He was a cute little cat.
We had him in Arcadia. His sister was Teddie, who had something wrong with her legs, and it looked like she had a slight limp. She made the trip with us to Melbourne, and lived in our van for a little bit.