My name is Bubbles!

When I was two years old, my grandfather spotted a kitten in a barbershop, and knew he had to take her home. He loved this cat, but one day, he turned a little too fast and swiped her right out the kitchen window. Of course she's okay now, but it's caused her to have a small, harmless limp. From then on, Bubbles fell into me and my mother's care, and seventeen years later, I can no longer contain my allergies towards her. Bubbles is a silly cat, who loves affection and riding on your shoulder. She doesn't necessarily like other pets, but after a lot of effort we got her to tolerate the dog we had for a few years. She loves small spaces, hence the flower pillow, looking out the window, and being a victim to my little brother's hugs.