So, if you cannot tell, Brandon and I both total animal lovers who treat our pets as our own children. In fact, for years we have discussed how we plan to get a Saint Bernard puppy after we get married and he will be our big 200lb drooling oaf who we will affectionately name "Moe"... yes, we have an imaginary dog.
But right now I shouldn't be talking about dogs, I should be talking about cats.
I grew up with a single cat who was my baby from the age of four until her passing my senior year in high school. I was absolutely heartbroken at the loss of my beloved cat Beetlejuice. Brandon endured the many tears (even four years later I have trouble talking about her without getting choked up) but I am thankful for the wonderful years I spent with my childhood pet and friend.
Beetlejuice (1992-2006):

We had 3 other cats after Beetlejuice, but none of them lasted more than a year in the country at my parents' house, leaving less time to form a lifetime bond like I did with Beetlejuice. Beezy, Judas, and Elphaba (my mom thinks cats are evil and need evil names) were all pretty cool cats, but unfortunately only the strong and smart survive in the country and somehow Beetlejuice was the record holder in the neighborhood where my parents have lived for the last 20 years.
Ok, I'm sure by now you're wondering how this fits in with our current life in town right? Well, for months I had been BEGGING Brandon to let me bring home a cat from my work named Schezuan, who is super sweet and needs a home (contact me if you want more info!). However, he strongly said "No, we don't need a cat, and we don't need a litter-box" and so I had just about given up on the idea of getting a cat when a good friend of ours walked into my parents' shop holding a small gray kitten with a skinned up chin.

Our friend explained that the truck in front of him had pitched the little kitten out of the window while driving and that he almost hit her so he stopped and picked her up. She was so sweet even though she was shook up. He asked if we wanted her since otherwise he was just gonna leave her outside at his house, so my mom and I agreed we'd take her to the vet and get her checked out and find her a good home.

Inside I was jumping for joy, but at the same time I figured Brandon would still say "No". I told him her story, showing him her picture where she looks like a wolf with her bushy face and skinned up chin, and after finding a legitimate place for the litter-box (under the staircase), he said "I guess you can't turn down a cat that is part wolf"! It wasn't a yes, but it was all I needed!
The kitty-door leading into Skip's "fort":

Inside the "fort" (the clothes were waiting to be donated):

So, in late November we brought home our little 3 month old kitten named "Skip" after the way she skipped off the pavement. She's psycho, but
sometimes we love her....

She's a bad kitty.