One time when I was about four years old, I was at my grandma's old house. I was in the guest bedroom that I usually slept if I was sleeping over there. There were lots of stuffed animals that I liked to play with, and that is where I found my most important stuffed kitten. I walked out of the bedroom, hugging her. Grandma said, "Well, I see you like that kitten very much, Jodie." I nodded. "Well, you can keep her then, I don't mind." I held her for a long time, and then I had an idea... I would name her! From then on, I called her Flower, and I still love her a lot.

I was sleeping over at my Grandma's house about a year later. We were out shopping (well, actually just looking around at things) when we reached a basket with some cute stuffed animal kitties in them. She and I looked at them and she decided, "Gosh, we'd better get some of these for you. So, we did, and I named the kitten Daisy and the cat Rose.

On July 13, 2002, two days before my birthday when I turned nine, I got my fourth kitten, and get this: it's a real one!
Anyway, on July Thirteenth, after I got my ears pierced at the mall (aren't they pretty?), we went all the way out to Hayden, Idaho to go to the Animal Shelter (of which, I might add, is out in the middle of no where) As soon as we walked in, I heard a small "Mew", so I hurried to the cage that it had come from. In it was the most adorable dark grey kitten EVER. It was trying to climb to the top of it's carrier, but it was being tackled down by it's sibling. I instatly fell in love with it, but I looked around a little more before deciding that I wanted it. It turned out to be a male mixed kitten, and after we bought him, I named him Ashlee, the best name I could think of.

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