Munchie

Munchie wasn’t a bad cat, but he had a reputation. His name probably came from his habit of jumping up on counters and tables, eating anything that was left out. Bread, crackers, you name it – all for Munchie. When his second or third family were moving, Munchie was handed off yet again. Cristy took in the tall and lanky longhaired cat thinking that she’d find a permanent home later, especially after seeing how her two girl cats took to having a large, mischievous Tom around. They weren’t exactly thrilled. Neither was Munchie, who had a tendency to be crazy all night long, running and yowling.

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