Meet Scaredy Cat, but you guys can call her Scaredy. Yes, that is her name. Scaredy is the cutest ball of fluff and will tolerate anything, like me rubbing her belly, the NO zone of most cats.
She is actually a cat sculpture made of lard covered in mold. I'm kidding, but we call her lard because she's lazy and chubby, and we call her mold, um, I actually don't know why.
It all started around 8 years ago, I was really young. Two tabby kittens were in our yard on a icy February. My parents argue over who found them, but according to my dad, he fed them tuna cans until I figured out they were there. One was named Roxy, and the other Scaredy. Then we figured out Roxy was a boy, but the name stuck. They grew up in our garage, free to come and go. We brought them in, bonded with them, and now we had two pet cats. But you all know what happens when cats come and go in a neighborhood full of cats. On the day found to be pregnant. Mom and dad, not so excited. Me, THIS IS A MIRACLE!!!! The kittens were named Rocky and Brenda. Rocky was black and Brenda was white. They got so much attention, and Scaredy, the cat that just deals with it, let me pick them up and run around with them in the air. Oddly, they didn't care either. Eventually, Roxy peeked into the kitten box in the garage, and the cat mom that puts up with everything other than cats scared him off. He now lives with a neighbor we don't know well, so his status is unknown. Eventually, the kittens grew to the point Scaredy picked them up and put them in the bushes to fend for themselves. Sounds cruel, but cats do that. My dad always heard them and put them back, until he caught Scaredy in the act. Then we have the kittens away. And now, we have moldy lard.
A side story, the day Scaredy was to be declawed, my sister's fingernail came out in the door, and is had to be cancelled. Scaredy has claws to this day.