I love my cat. She is my little dumpster baby I got my sophomore year of college at IU Indianapolis. When I fought her, she was 10 months old, a street rat, and pregnant.
This couldn't stand.
Since I was already looking for an ESA after getting denied for a service dog for a second time, I took her in. And, wow, was she more expensive than I thought she was going to be. We had to start from the ground up. She had no shots, was covered in fleas and worms, had ear mites, and needed to get spayed ASAP unless I wanted a litter of kittens a few months down the line.
When I was fifteen, I got a dog who still lives with my parents. Her name is Lunch Box, Boxie for short. Boxie is very different from cats. We would joke that the dog was broken, and she is secretly a cat. However, once obtaining a natural born cat, it is clear to see that Lunch Box is, in fact, the most dog of dogs to ever dog.
Cats. Are. So. Weird.
She hops on things for the sake of hopping on things. She gets her claws stuck because she doesn't understand that they detract. She destroys any semblence of a carb within a five minle radius of her. (The tortilla carnage she has created is frightening). She gets stuck under the couch because she hides and can't get out. And, she tries to eat her own collar. The white bell is dented from her grabbing at it with her fangs and flailing around my room.
She is so lucky that she's so cute. It's impossible to stay mad at that little face.
A lot of people ask me, "Why Nebraska?" I find the answer to be quite simple.
My favorite singer is Ethel Cain. Her music means so much to me, and despite my supersition around getting tattoos after artists (never meet your heroes), I really wanted one. Well, it was get the cat or get the tattoo, and I chose the cat. "House in Nebraska" is the song that got me into Ethel Cain, and I wanted to honor that by naming her Nebraska as the cat that made me like cats. I've always been more partial to dogs, but she's just the sweetest thing.
She hates not being petted, so she'll head-butt you until you cave and pet her. She sits in the window sill and tries to punch through the glass because she just wants to say hello to the people walking by. She doesn't bite nor scratch, but licks your hair and forehead when lying across you isn't enough. All in all, a wonderful ESA that has really helped me manage my disabilities at college away from my first baby, Boxie.
It also helps that she is a tortie, and her coloring is the same coloring as the album art for Preacher's Daughter, Ethel Cain's debut album that "House in Nebraska" resides in.
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