I went to the shelter to pick a cat, because all my previous cats had, by circumstances, 'chosen' me. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to get 'a beauty'. My beauty turned out to be a scraggly, disheveled kitty with a really 'bad hair day'. I named her Ashley, and for the first month she was so sick that the only place I could pet her and know it wouldn't hurt was her cheeks. So as I fed her by hand, I would pet her cheeks and tell her 'everything is going to be OK.' A month or so later, I came down with a bad cold and was laying on the couch, and Ashley jumped onto my chest and started petting my cheek as if to say 'everything is going to be OK'. 16 years later, we still keep care of each other. And, as you can see by her picture, she is anything but scraggly -- she is really beautiful.
LaVonne OchsDenver, CO
