LaCresha's Lens Focuses On...page 175...Mister Fuzzy Boots

My roommate has a cat, his name is Fin.  However, when I first moved in I was not formally introduced to said cat, so I gave him a name; Mister Fuzzy Boots.  He is pretty cute and adorable, however, he is not exactly on the high end of intelligence.
It is always a new adventure with Mister Fuzzy Boots, I will wake up to him sleeping in my bed, or maybe he brought me a cat toy to share with me.  Sometimes he is just waiting outside the door doing his yoga cat moves waiting to attack or just be in the way.
I have grown fond of Mister Fuzzy Boots, minus his biting problem.  I'm not exactly sure where this stems from or why he insists on biting people.  My roommate is his primary target.  She can walk by and he will dash after her, grab her legs, bit her and proceed to be in the way as she tries to walk.  I try not to laugh too loudly as I hear her repeatedly say, "get off me!"
Since I am bringing things inside from storage, he finds it interesting to help explore the boxes and bags I drag into my room.  There are also times I will be writing and he will on occasion bring a toy up to the bed and play while I work, its pretty cute.
If and when I do move into my own place, whenever that may be (down the road and hopefully not too soon as I do love where I live), I will miss his adorable presence.

Mister Fuzzy Boots is a mighty hunter as he lays by the Angry Birds Hat he slayed

Sometimes he thinks he is helping while I do my exercises