So, I’ll admit it! I’m not a cat person. Don’t get me wrong, I love cats. Got nothing against them. I’ve just never been the proud owner of one.
Most people remember my cat, not only because she’s quite rotten, but also because she has a stupid name.
My not so little ball of fur came into our lives about seven years ago. My wife and I were still living in New Jersey, when we found a small white cat on our porch. We took care of the cat briefly until its owners were located. That brief experience sparked a conversation about getting a cat of our own and we set out to find a furry companion.