It was when my husband and I finally got our own mobile home in October 2000. I had so wanted to get an orange tabby cat because I never had that "color" before. So we went to the BH Humane Society to see if we could find one there. As soon as we walked into the cats department, there he was, the first one in line and meowing up a storm. He seemed to be saying "Here I am, the one you're looking for!" We immediately grabbed his card from his cage. He stopped meowing and had a look on his face like, "Oh thank you for choosing me". His card said that he was an orange tabby, 8 weeks old, his name was Foxy and he was found under a bridge and brought to the Humane Society. But, I had already had a name for him and that name was JIMME. After we picked Jimme, I remembered that my brother had wanted a kitten too. We decided to pick a blk/brn tabby kitten because he had the most gorgeous big green eyes, although at the time they looked sad. I was happy and after much paper work, we had our kitties! We took them home and delivered the blk/brn tabby to my brother. After a few weeks, it came to be that my brother could not keep the kitten so we welcomed the little ball of fur into our home for a companion and/or brother to our Jimme. They got along right off the bat, I think it was because they came from the same shelter. After observing the blk/brn tabby for a few days, I decided to call him Mykey. They both are going to be 9 years old this year and we love them dearly.

Dana L Schlecht
Eagle Butte, SD