“I thought he was a lucky cat since I wasn’t planning on adopting him, but I got suckered into adopting him from the shelter even though I wanted a kitten. The shelter told me I was the first person interested in him and that he had been there the longest and no one else wanted him.
Nowadays, I call him Onion Boy. He just reminds me of an onion—I don’t know how to explain it. He’s built like an onion, he stinks like an onion, he looks like an onion—he’s just a stinky onion that sickens me with his stinky onion breath every morning.”