While planning to give the cat to my uncle Tom, my sister says, “No, he’s my very best friend.” Since she is a bebbe, my mom was like “Aww. Ok. We can keep it.” THis may make me a completely terrible person, but I would’ve given it away. It would’ve had a much better life with my uncle who had a room for it and that would be his only cat. I mean, we have three cats and a dog, and no one has time for it. Not to mention, she had only heard “very best friend” off of some perverted little kids show, and she is only two and probably doesn’t even know what it means.