Gonna light some candles on the anniversary of Persia selecting me as her
slave on January 6, 2001.  She's such a sweet, loving, snuggly kitty and I'm
so grateful she chose me :)

For those who don't know, Persia came to my back patio door 4 years ago
tomorrow afternoon and *demanded* I let her inside.  I'd never been around
cats before; I actually tried to chase her away; she wouldn't leave.  It was
bitterly cold outside so I finally ran to the store to buy cheap cat food,
bowls, a litterbox and litter and told myself if she was still out there
when I got back I would let her inside.  She was and I did.

She came inside cautiously... checked out the apartment and decided yep,
this was the place for her.  That first night when I went to bed she jumped
up next to me and slept next to my head.

I did take photos and printed out posters.  I called area shelters and vets
and contacted the apartment office.  No one had reported this cat missing.
It only took her 3 days to declare, definitively, I was HER human.  She
pulled out all the stops and charmed the socks off me... she wasn't going
anywhere!

She still sleeps right next to me.  She comes when I call her.  She follows
me from room to room.  She is a sweet little grey lady who does not jump up
on counters (except for in the bathroom) or tables.  Occasionally she opens
cabinet doors and drawers and wants to hide in closets.

Her boyfriend Weeble would disagree but personally I'd say she's turning
into a little blob.  She has to eat Rx food due to bladder stones and she
loves the stuff!  She wakes me up by tapping me on the shoulder, gently, to
tell me it's time to refill the crunchies in the food bowl.  And she loves
her Drinkwell fountain, which I bought because she kept sticking her head
under the faucet to drink when I was brushing my teeth and I was afraid I'd
spit toothpaste on her head. :-O

I love Persia!

Jill