Let me tell you a thing or two about my brother Joey. He's such an ass-kisser, running toward Mommy with a cute face everytime she comes home from work, uttering the sweetest meow a feline could ever do. He would respond to Mommy every single time she calls for him. Hell, he would respond to Mommy everytime she calls for ME! He's always out to please Mommy, not realising how much Mommy loves me more. And he wins by a thousand points around Mommy's family and friends.
Sometimes Joey makes me sick. He's just not the independent type, always tagging behind me wherever I go and whatever I do. And his manja-ness is a little bit overdose. But the truth is, I can't live without him. In those days when I had no one, life felt lifeless. Joey came when I needed a friend the most. And despite his thick skull and abundant of icky manja-ness, Joey is the best friend and brother a cat could ever have. And I love him to bits.
Here's my brother Joey in all different shots you can think of. Being popular surely comes easy for him. :-O
