How I got Sweetie was pretty straight forward... every time my sons and I
went to the Humane Society and fell in love, the cats were pre-reserved and
taken.

(Sidenote - I hate kittens.  Well, to own.  They are cute to play with and
give back to whomever.  I just never want one in my house again ever.  They
are vicious nasty flying claw farms that keep a person up all night, and
I've been there done that.  I was looking for cats about 1-2 years old.)

So... we reverted to the Internet and found Sweetie early one morning,
jumping in the car and almost flying to the Humane Society.  We were
thrilled to get her and we loved her like crazy.

She has always been a banister walker.  No rail too thin.  Her first day she
discovered my railed loft over the living room.  Unfortunately, a sudden
fright gave her a small flying lesson from the rail....thankfully right onto
the couch!

She's a spelunker.  She's loves under the covers.

She has the quietest purr ever, for the longest time I thought she didn't
purr at all.

She learned pretty fast not to use claws on humans, though she still
licklicklicklickbites.

She's very delicate and quiet and reserved.  Just enough curiousity to prove
she is feline.  Soft as soft can be.  (I spend the extra bucks on Science
Diet.)

That's Sweetie.

TBird <---- next installment, Joe....godhelpyouall