KC Fat Tiger Cat

I did not name this bundle of furry love. She came into my life bearing the moniker of KC. I don't know what it stands for, my former step kid was only 2 when she named the cat so I really don't know. When I met my exhusband, she was his cat, or more appropriately, KC belonged to his daughter by way of her mother, who dumped the cat at KM's place of residence. KC promptly abandoned all ties to aforementioned 3 year old stepdaughter & latched on to me. Quite literally. KW (my former stepdaughter's mother) demanded the cat back on several occasions. I told her to fork over $2000 & I would consider it.By the time my ex & I headed into the divorce, KC had been in my life for about 6 years so I'd been paying for all of her food, her litter, & her medical bills. I wasn't going to part with her without a fight! Needless to say, I won. My ex was not a strong enough person to face me over a cat. He should be thankful I let him keep his dog! But KC couldn't stand KM or her father (my ex), so with me she has been ever since! She adores me. Sleeps huddled up in the crook of my arm with her head snuggled under my chin & her paws grasping my arm. She likes my husband. She likes the fact that she can con him out of wet food on the weekends as well! When I'm not home, she sneaks into the closet & hides in my basket shelf of socks, protecting herself from the evil intentions of the younger tuxedo cats in the household. She is such a luv. I taught her how to give kisses and we call her ginsu because of her extremely sharp claws. Kuma adored her as a puppy & thought that she was the bomb! He would waddle along behind her trying to snuggle with her when he was lonely and she would allow him to do so when she thought no one was looking.