I have always loved cats. I slept as a baby in the crib with a black and white kitty named Tiny. My grandmom was a pet lover and we always had a cat. I was devastated when my mom remarried a man who hates cats! OI couldn't wait to move out on my own and get a cat... which is what I did and Allen is my first cat since I was 10. During the catless years I had dogs, and loved them darly. Nicki became my world in my early 20s... but the way I feel for her is nothing compared to the cats. Is that terrible? I love my Nicki - I fought "custody" with my parents when I moved out. But deep in my heart, I am and have always been a cat person.

Just watching them sleep. The way the sunlight hits and accentuates their eyes. Their playfullness. How sweetly they curl up in bed with us, and how they seem to know just when I "need" them to nurse me. Lets not forget the purrs! Its got to be my most favorite sound on earth.