My kitty, Jen was my first cat. I remember being very young when we went to the cat rescue and I picked out my own and very own pet, a 9 month old Maine Coone/Tabby. That kitten was tiny, and how she's at least 20 pounds (LOL!!!). The most histarical thing I can remember from that day was the lady that owned the rescue saying "she hates kids, other dogs, and cannot live with any other pets. She's a one person pet". But she rubs against the dog's legs, LOVES kids, and lives with salamanders, fish, hamsters, frogs & lizards, and she's fine with it! You can see her in my signature. My next pet was my dog, Alaska, and then another dog Claire, then my girl Georgia, then my bud, Buddy, then my turtle (he ran away ) then my gecko, Montana and so on...