....I was born in Sandpoint Idaho, the only kitten of a Calico cutie. She was a wild one (that is why I tend to be a bit of a biter..it's in my genes). The story goes that My Best Friend found me and my mom. It was love at first sight and she decided to save my life...right then and there. She cuddled me up and took me to a vet. Then she bought a nice satchel and I took my first and only plane ride home with her to California. I really like that girl and she smells good and she is soft. THEN, unbeknownst to me, the plan was for me to go live with her Grammy, The Lady. The Lady's cat, Jack, had just passed suddenly from a cardiac arrest. My Best Friend new that somebody as amazing as me would surely heal her Grammy's broken heart.
You can see above the picture of when The Lady and I met. She adored me, of course. But soon after, we went through a rough patch because I got Montezuma's Revenge from weaning and traveling and what not. NEVER have I had such a sore patookie as then! But The Lady gave me a sitz bath and applied a soothing balm...(excuse me, is this too personal?) and I recovered quickly. I did not miss my mother or the horse trailor and have lived an interesting and fulfilling life since then. Here is a picture of me flying the friendly skies.
