The One I Wake Up to Every Morning =^_^=

Cats.  I love Cats.  I joke with my friends that one day I may become a crazy cat lady with cats coming out of her a--...., but I'm actually not really joking.  I'm a little concerned that I might become one.  I love the way they meow, I love the way they purr, I love the way they look, I love the way they feel, and I love the way they make me feel.

Back in high school, I would frequent the Seattle/Bellevue Humane Society to visit with the cats.  I still remember the day I met Sir Leopold.  I found him in the dark cabinet where one of the litter boxes were hidden, and found him there the next day, and the next.  It was love at first sight, I knew we had to be together.  I would do anything for him, and in the month of December, there was a 50% off all cats ages 1 & up! (I KNEW THIS WAS A SIGN FROM BUDDHA) SOOOO...I begged (bawled) until my poor dad would agree to let me adopt him.

Leo is a timid cat, and according to the volunteers and his paperwork, he was a stray that other cats just didn't take a liking he ended up here, in a the dark cabinet in his poop.  Now, six years later he is livin' it up, soakin' up the sun in our 6th floor apartment :)  And wearing cashmere sweaters by force!! MUAHAH!!

 Winter Time Sweater Time!!