[vash]

i've told this story before. wife and i went to adopt a second cat. she gave me blank check. i wanted a gray tabbie, after hearing stories about how friendly they were. i wanted female.

i chose "Cleopatra"..while the tech was opening the plexiglas gage, a felt a paw on my head. i turn around and this tiny gray tabbie was stabbing her arm out of one of the small vent holes and patting my ballcap. done..i said, "no..this one". i named her "pebbles" because that is just about how big her head was..she never even looked up at that name..i said, "you like Fergie better?". she came running..no kidding.

she is honestly the best dog we have. she comes running at her name better than my dog. if i'm outside talking to neighbors, she sits next to us..when i leave she follows me home at my heels.

she got a little bit fatter and that is a good thing. her body fat pretty much stopped her from killing things. a bird can walk right by her. LAZY!
she head butts me to wake me up. super funny. watching tv..she has to sit on me, leaving my wife alone..with the dog next to her.

when i got back recently from Japan..she came sprinting!! she jumped up on the couch next to me, started pawing the air, and she let out a long minute long wail. she WAILED! i picked her up and she was instantly quiet.

that day, i chose the cat from the room with the animals on their "last day". i've often wondered what happened to Cleopatra. if i didnt already have a cat, we would have gotten her as well.

i'm not sure if i will get another cat, but i am damn well enjoying this one. crazy!! she is technically my first cat. the other one never gave a crap about me unless i was opeinng up a can of food. cats: who knew?