I got TEX when I moved to Massachusetts, from a wonderful shelter called Neady Cats. He was 7 months old, and had been returned. To this day, neither the shelter worker, whom I am still in touch with, nor I can figure out why he was returned. He is a gem. I moved home and went to school, and I thought Tex needed a friend. He was 4 at the time.

I had just been to the vets, for a check up for Tex, and told the girl I was looking for a tuxie friend for Tex. A week later, she called, and said a little baby tiny girl had just been dropped off, rescued from a field, I named her GEORGIA. She was not even 2 pounds, teeny tiny, and within a week, had a umbilical hernia. She went in to get repaired (and spayed ) at the tender age of 3 months.

Fast forward to my second year of law school. Mom calls from her school, "Johanna, there is a kitten...." Keep in mind this is after w have rescued her Indra from the school, so, we now have 3 cats already. I said, "Mom, no..." she said, "he is a tuxie...." and away I went. This was TENNY. Tenny was pretty sick when we got him. Severely matted, and had two abcess (gross). But, we fixed him up, and he now tops the charts at 18 pounds.

Then, in 2000 (or 01, I can't remember)...my girlfriend calls me, she just found a kitty, that was deaf, and pregnant! So, I said, jokingly, I will take the tuxies...mind you, this is a pure white cat! Well, by c-section, we have ALLIE and DAKKY! Little tuxie brats.

Same friend, this time, "Oh, this kitty at the shelter....three months...needs some attention..."....welcome to MINNIE!

(This same friend is responsible for Binx, too! I told her, no more, or our friendship is OVER!).