Budweiser was not like other cats. She would come when you called her name and knew how to sit and stay. When I would come home from work she would run up to me and meow, then curl up into a ball the meow and pop up to all 4. She would do that a few times then walk away. I could hold her for hours as I watch anime, TV, listen to music, be on the computer or be laying down for bed. No matter how warm the house was she was still cold. She love eating chicken, she didn’t even care if you were going to eat it. Even though she was so small she was well taken care of she had her own food bowl water bowl bed clothing the whole nine yards. She was spoiled to the t. She ate better than we did and so did her brother. Hunter brother would play around for hours and just have fun doing it.
