My cat’s name is Tiny because he is tiny like a kitten, but he is a grown up. He is so small because he got sick and can’t grow anymore. We were even going to get rid of him! One day my mom called up and said, “I am keeping Tiny.” This made me so excited I just wanted to go home and hold him.

Tiny is one and a half years old. He has really dark brown hair that almost looks like it is black. Tiny's paws and ears are so small. His eyes are yellow and glow in the dark. Tiny looks so cute with such a small face, but his breath stinks like a sewer. I think it is because he eats flying animals like moths and other bugs. He also eats regular cat food and bread.

Tiny is a very busy cat. He goes outside and rolls in the dirt, so we have to wipe off all the dirt and put him in the bathtub. He lies down and I rub his tummy. This makes him roll around in the bathtub. Every morning Tiny scratches the couch and when my mom catches him, she says "Stop!"

Sometimes, almost once a day, Tiny picks a fight with Fuzz, my other cat. He also picks fights with Sammy, another cat. When Tiny picks fights, we put him out in the kitty walk and he meows a lot. He really doesn’t like this when it is cold outside. When we put him back inside, Keith picks up Tiny and Tiny scratches Keith because he was mad for having to go inside the kitty walk. Even though Tiny scratches Keith, Keith still likes Tiny. Keith loves Tiny so much that he runs around the house singing “I love Tiny! I love Tiny! I love Tiny!” But Tiny loves me more because he sleeps with me and not Keith.