Every time Carson would have friends over he would want to show off his chicken to them. He got the same reaction every time from them.....screaming, crying and running the other direction. Carson honestly didn't get it...he loves his chicken and he would tell them how "friendly" she is. But no one wanted to play with Nemo with him. So Ryan and I decided to get him a kitty. His very own kitty. We found someone who had kittens and went over to look at them. Carson was so excited he could hardly stand it and that is how we got "Porter." Yes, that is her name...Carson named her all by himself. I don't believe there has been a cat so loved and played with. She literally plays with Carson on the floor...she loves to attack his hair and but mostly she loves to snuggle and sleep with him. We have had her 4 months and she is still just as big as novelty to Carson as the day we brought her home. I told Ry last night as I watch Carson and Porter play together that she is one of kind that I had never seen a cat play like that. Ryan quickly reminded that there's never been a boy like Carson either who plays with a cat like that! I am thankful for Carson and his tender heart for his animals.
This is how I just found them...both sound asleep.