Great thread Missy!

My first victory was Allen. Hubby was adamant that we would not have cats. i'd had cats as a kid and couldn;t wait to have one when I was married. We went to a party at my Aunt's house and poor, sweet, ADPRABLE Allen was supposed to go to another home, but they decided not to take him (are they nuts?)
Hubby said no. no. no. no. Then at the end of the party, he told us to pick out which one of the two kittens we wanted. We of course picked out the handsome Allen. My family sat there with their jaws hitting the ground because they'd never figured he'd say yes. They still talk about how he caved!

Then came the Pouncer story. We were NOT looking for another cat. The thought never crossed our minds. But last spring my daughter got into some serious trouble and was punished like no other time... we even set up commmunity service for her to do (Yes, it was that bad) I felt so bad for her. I'm sure she thought we were the meanest people in the world and that we washed our hands of her. So, we went to Petco one Saturday and they had kittens. My heart melted for my daughter and I thought this was the perfect way to show her we still care. I called hubby to see if we could bring home a kitten. He said no, so we left. Then he called me on the cell phone and asked what the new cat looked like. We told him that he said no, so we didn't get him. He told us that he firgured we'd be getting the cat regardless what he said! So we went back to adopt FLYYOD. Turned out that Flyyod had heart problems and they wouldn't let us take him. I didn't trust that rescue afterwards... that seemed fishy. So I called another rescue and they were having an adoption event that Saturday too. We went out and found a certain young man named Pouncer and life hasn't ever been the same