Meow! So many responses and such a warm welcome

I will see if my husband can dig out at least one, maybe more, pictures of our BOY cat Sarah to share with you all. As I mentioned, he won't have hardly anything to do with me (I just got hissed at for having the gall to ask him to move so I could partially lay down for some laptop 'puter time. Silly me! I could have sworn it was on my side of the bed, too.) so my husband and his personal love slave gets all the good pictures. Now, to just get him to slow down enough to do this for us all ; )

Sarah is a medium haired beauty in summer but in winter, when we adopted him from the Seattle Animal Control Shelter (Thanks Pet Finder!), he has about a mile of lush, gorgeous fur and they miss-sexed him, our vet missed it and until he was knocked out and shaved to be spayed because the shelter gave us 30 days to produce proof we had it done, we all thought we had a very big girl on our hands. She got a new name from us and we used it around her about every 30 seconds so she'd get it. "She" got it very well, of course because he's a very intelligent cat and we decided we just didn't want to introduce any more chamges in his life at that point.

Now, he comes to "Mr. Sare, Moopety Boop. The Moopster, Baby Boy, Pumpkin, Pumpkin Bumpkin Boy, Sweet Boy and Our
Guy". Lordy, How do we come up with these things??!

Oh, and, to the Vancouver, BC writer, as it happens my husband is a Canuck and we lived in North Van and Coquitlam the first 12 years of our marriage . So, does this mean we're related? ; )