When I was little, I always wanted a dog. I was never a cat person but as I grew up, things changed. I started finding cats adorable and wanted one of my own. My brother and I begged our mom and she said no. My brother had to go to football, so my mom was going to take him in her car. As soon as she left, I immediately went to my dad because I know he is easy to manipulate for these things.  
“O baaaaa can I please, please get a cat,” I pleaded. 
“Did you ask your mom?” He said. 
“No... but it’ll be a surprise!” I said excitedly.   
I begged and begged and begged until he finally agreed.  
“Fine, you can get a cat. But whatever you do, do not get a black cat!” He said sharply.  
I rapidly called my driver and told him to quickly come to my house. In five minutes, he was there, and I hopped in the car and told him the pet shop. I originally wanted a black cat, but I wouldn’t want to upset my dad because after all, he was the one who allowed me to buy it. We looked at the first pet shop - no cats. We went to the second one, and there were only cats of breeds I wasn’t familiar with. We finally went to the third one, and it had all kinds of cats. I went into the shop and asked to see all the cats.  
The lady said, “We have Siamese, Persian, and Russian cats that are two months old. I recommend the Russian because she is beautiful.”  
The shop lady was probably in her mid-forty's. She looked a little crazy to me. She had that messy bun with crusty hairs pointing out and black under-eyebags. Scratch marks all over her arms from the cats.  She was giving me the “my husband left me, so I have 10 cats” vibes. She also smelled super weird. But I didn’t really pay much attention to her and proceeded holding all the cats and seeing which one I liked. After about half an hour, none of them really made a connection with me. She recommended the Russian once again, but I wasn’t interested. I looked around the room and just noticed a little black cat in the corner. 
“What about that one?” I asked, pointing to the black cat. 
“That’s our British cat, but he is 5 months old, he’s also the color black, so nobody is interested in buying him,” the shop lady said smiling. 
“I love black cats! Could I pet him?” 
“Sure!” she exclaimed.  
As soon as I petted the cat, I knew that this was the one. I don’t know how or why but I just had a feeling. I looked into his little bright green eyes, and I totally forgot what my dad had said.  
“I’m going to take this one!” I said with the biggest smile on my face. 
I took him in my arms and petted him until he fell asleep.  
When the payment was finally made, we got into the car. The pet shop lady gave us the cat food and a bed and everything we needed. I arrived home and got in the elevator with the cat curled up in my hands. I had a knot in my stomach because I knew my dad would probably get mad as I did the one thing, he asked me not to do. I got out of the elevator, and I took a deep breath. I rang the doorbell, and my dad opened the door. He immediately noticed the cat and started laughing.  
“You really did the one thing I told you not too huh?” he chuckled.  
I hugged him and I went inside. I let the cat go and he ran and hid behind the shoe cabinet. I got up and got the cat food and put it in a bowl. I lay on the floor and put the bowl next to the cat. He started crawling out and licked the bowl. About 5 seconds later my mom opened the door and my brother ran in as usual.  
“Tea what are you doing?” David asked.  
“Look here,” I said. 
He lay next to me and peeked. 
My mom looked at the cat food in the bowl and said, “Don’t tell me...” and my brother interrupted, 
 “IT’S A CAT MOMMY.” 
My mom's face became pale, and my stomach dropped. What was she going to say? Was she going to take that cat back to the shop?  
“I told you not to Antea,” my mom said with a mad, low tone. She only calls me Antea when she is mad. That vein from her forehead was popping like Monica from Friends. 
“I'm sorry mom.”  
She looked disappointed. My brother caught the cat in his arms and ran to the couch. He petted him until he closed his eyes. My mom, dad, and I joined. We all petted the cat and laughed. My mom became calmer as she petted the cat.  
“So, what are you going to name him.” my mom said.  
“Tokyo.” I smiled.