Welcome to Storm's Dark Hollow

Storm is the God of several animals, both virtual and real. Of course, I do all of the maintenance and work, while she surveys the scene, watching over the little critters. This feline is no hunter. She has no interest in harming her creatures. Guardian of mice, rats, snakes, geckos, and even fish, Storm performs her job like no other cat could. Storm is by far the most intelligent cat I have ever had. I have had some spectacular cats, both beautiful and bold, but none come close to Storm’s intellect. Born in May of 2010, Storm is approaching her 8th year with me. As a young cat, Storm eagerly learned and perform tricks such as hoop-jumping, targeting indication, “shoulder” training, and basic voice commands/word recognition. Other than Storm, I have never come across a cat with so much pleasure to learn. Storm is a silvery-grey spotted tabby with light green eyes. She is... very oddly proportioned, however. Short, little legs, tiny paws, short tail, small ears, a round belly (I free feed her and she gets wet food topped with cat treats every morning), a round face, and big round eyes. She is overall quite... rounded. I believe that Storm’s odd proportions are due to malnutrition as a kitten. I was in grade 6 when Storm was brought to my classroom one morning. A student had found her in an alley way and brought her to school. This little kitten was absolutely tiny. She appeared to be barley five weeks old. No one was allowed to touch her, as our teacher was worried someone would accidentally hurt her. Everyone decided they wanted to keep her as a class pet, and as a group wanted to call her “Ting-Ting”. Everyone except for me. I thought the name was ridiculous, and I knew the school would never allow them to keep a cat inside the building. It would be an obvious distraction and could lead to allergic reactions in students or teachers. “Storm”, I said. “She’s charging all over the place, like a little storm, and her fur looks like a the sky during a storm.” A few students agreed with me, but the kids who originally wanted to call her “Ting-Ting” were not swayed. Now was my time to take action. Before anyone else could request to take her home after our teacher denied the class’s demand to keep her as a classroom pet, I volunteered (for my family as well) to take her home. I already had two cats a home, but one was my mother’s and the other was my step-dad’s. I wanted my own cat! My teacher allowed me to phone home and I begged my mom to let me bring her home. After a lot of reluctance, my mom let me take her under the conditions that I put up “Lost kitten found” signs around the neighborhood. I agreed, already coming up with a plan... When Storm was at my house, I knew my mom would fall in love with her. I handed my tiny fluff to her and she said “Awe, okay, she’s cute.” I was thrilled, but I tried to hide it. I made the signs and with one of my friends, we hopped on our bikes and went around the neighborhood. Maybe this made me a bad child, but at 11 years old, I guess I didn’t care. We put up the signs far from where the kitten was found, and two days later I went back and took the signs down. With no one calling and no lost ads online for her, Storm simply never left my house. She has been my best friend ever since, and love her with all I’ve got. She’s an incredible cat, and I’m lucky to have her at all.