My name is Shadow, and I am a cat: more specifically a Tortoiseshell (Tortie). A cat who is stuck in a clock tower thing in a mall, I'm not stuck alone; I'm stuck with my owner and (maybe) friend Tiffany. She can be so annoying some times, like apparently she can call me Shad or Shaddy, but I can't call her Tiffy. Blah! It's so unfair, saying Tiffany get hard after a while.
Tiffany is a beautiful, and a kind of spoiled brat (I think that is the word). We mostly me aren't normal in any way, shape, or form. Since you are reading this now you can probably already tell that I'm not a normal cat, I guess you could say I can talk, but that's not really it. Only a few people hear me; only the few that want to hear me. Tiffany listens to some extent, she trusts me about Vicky, and her past, and she trusts me about other things too. But the one things she doesn't listen to me about is boys, I'm sure she hears, but she just chooses not to listen or follow. Boys, Boys, Boys…