This is a story about how I got Spicey. Joanne, my aide, had a neighbor whose cat had kittens, She said that this cat had another litter that turned out well. I'd never had a resident cat since moving into my first apartment in 1980. She told me that the kitten needed a home soon. She wasn't being fed well and the dogs were giving her a hard time. She was eight weeks old, weaned and litter trained. Well Jo brought her over. She was adorable, but so tiny. I asked Jo if she could keep her a few weeks. I was terrified of running her over. But silly moi, a name popped into my head Spicey, she is salt, pepper, and cinnamon colored. Jo said you named her she's yours. She seemed to enjoy investigating my apartment. I had Jo put her in my chair to see how she felt about it. She took a nap (I had my wider chair then plenty of room for a kitten). Yup, she's mine or I'm hers, has been since May 2003.

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