Well...........it was a long time ago, when Tim & I were still dating and Willie was still alive.

First you need to know that Willie was my first kitty, he helped me through my divorce and "hated" men along with me, so he was not too keen when Tim came around.

On weekends we (Willie & I) spent at Tim's house (since we would be moving there after we got married) and this was the first weekend we brough Willie over there. While I went food shopping I left Willie & Tim.....to, um, bond ? When I arrived home I found Tim in the bathroom with a big stick and Willie behind the toilet hissing . Naturally I was upset with Tim, but later found out that Willie tried to escape out the back door (he was a total indoor kitty) and when Tim tried to pick him up to bring him back in Willie bite him (yes, drew blood & all). I had thought we had calmed things down and we all came to an understanding......Tim HAD to treat Willie nicer, and Willie HAD to start liking Tim. On the way home Willie was sitting in my lap and just as we pulled into my driveway we noticed a smell.... As I lifted Willie up (another 20 pounder), there it was all over my legs ( I was wearing shorts.....yuck!).

Willie always got the last word in.........need I say anything further?!!