Both Jason and I wanted pets, and couldn't live without them. As soon as we were settled in together we went to the SPCA. That's where we found Marshmallow. I had never seen a Persian in PERSON before. I thought she was beautiful. I had my eye on her when we entered the room. She wasn't demanding... (there was one there that WAS, and it really turned me off) she was sweet tempered and calm. We went in imagining we'd come home with a kitten, but Marsha stole my heart.

A month or so later I couldn't STAND just having one cat, so I put on the pouty face for Jason and we went out that day. This time I let Jason decide on which one would come home with us. Marsha went with us for the decision. Jason liked three adolescent males, so we brought each in to the personal encounter room. Pickles was the only one that didn't his at Marsha, so he went home with us. Unfortunately, he was sick when we got him, so not up to par. He turned into a TOTALLY different kitty once we got him well, but I now wouldn't trade him for the world! (even if he did eat my Betta...)