When my siblings moved to Canada, they left the cat with me. Her name is Booger, or Boogie for short, and she’s about three. She was named Booger because she had a lot of ‘eye-boogers’ is what my brother-in-law referred to the gunk that would build up around her eyes a lot when she was a kitten. It doesn’t happen much anymore but she’s still Booger. She’s part ragdoll and so extremely fluffy and soft. Her fur actually makes her look three times bigger than she actually is. Some people think she’s a little overweight but it’s literally just her fur. When she’s wet you can prove it. But she’s terrifying when she’s wet and she’s also afraid of the water and bathroom. She cries a lot. It’s not cute but kind of grating but it’s Booger’s special call. She a glutton. Always asking for food and always trying to mooch it. And she loves pats. Won’t quite curl up with you but will beg for the attention at every inconvenient moment. She also has about three expressions: ‘gimme’, ‘get outta ma face’ and ‘wtf is that?!’. It’s like she permanently startled. It’s freaking adorable. I really do love Boogie.