OK, here goes. I never thought I was a "cat" person, although a co-worker kept trying to convince me that I was. Meanwhile, I had begun a relationship with a terrific man who had a wonderful Manx cat. He moved to an apartment and couldn't keep the cat...well, by then the kitty (Stump) and I had bonded and you can guess the rest. Incidentally, that was seven years ago, and both cat and guy are still the lights of my life And the co-worker still reminds me that I had to be convinced about having a cat!

Emmett was found in a woodpile when he was just a few weeks old by a woman who had six cats of her own and oftened fostered strays. She had occasionally done some pet-sitting for Stump and asked me if he wanted a playmate. I had been feeling guilty about leaving Stump at home all day, so I said ok. That was three years ago, and as I indicated in another post, Emmett is now beginning to calm down and not be so skittish. He is a really sweet cat who loves having a home.