#338
Ginny, I love you because you supported my decision, as much
as I didn't want that
decision, to get a cat for my son after Georgia died.
He was lonely when he came home from school to an empty
house.
Ms. Priss was evil for three years. She hid in my son's room, hissed and
swatted at me
when I walked by, but now at the age of 10 to 12 years old
(we have no idea), she is my
cat.
We saved her life.
Now, she sits by my feet for hours when I come home. She
wants her treats and pets
from her daddy.