As title says. I wasn’t a fan of owning a cat, and always told my gf to please not bring one home. After months of her insisting, we finally agreed to go to the shelter and bring one home. It’s been 9 months now and I’m fairly confident i have the best cat ever. His name is Monoco, and he’s constantly sitting or sleeping on me. This little
Guy even helped me propose to my girlfriend. He had surgery on his eyes while in the shelter due to his eye lashes growing inwards, and is believe to be 6 years old. He was found in an abandoned house.

Edit: typo in title. To answer some common questions
1. She said yes and i am engaged
2. His name is from expedition 33. Love everyone that caught that.
3. As far as i can tell, and the vet, he’s healthy. He does have regular check ups.

My wife and I are in Africa and taking our malaria pills every day. This morning I took mine first. It’s the one on the corner of the pack. I gave it to my wife and she took hers and handed it back. I have no words.
I am now rethinking everything I think I know about her.

Some absolute piece of shit abandoned this girl in a taped up small box outside of the mall in the rain. There was a closed container of food she could not access and no water available. Currently she is at the veterinary pending test results.