Happy Birthday

to my little furry friend Owen. He's four today (or sometime around now--as he was a rescue, all we have are best guesses since no one was actually around for the birth!) But it's absolutely amazing to me that the little O. is already 4, and that Winston, his adopted brother is 5! It seems like yesterday that I was obsessed with finding the perfect grey cat (somehow, two of them managed to find me instead)! And yet it seems like they're been a part of my life forever. I guess that's the way it is when things are right.

The funny thing is that growing up, I was never a cat person--in fact, I didn't like cats at all. We always had dogs, and I loved dogs. Of course, my life doesn't permit a dog, even if my lease did (but it doesn't either). So when the hedgehog passed away (yes, I had a pet hedgehog--but that's another blog for another time), I needed to find a pet that was both legal in CA (thus no more hedgehogs) and conducive to a sometimes home, sometimes not, guardian. Cats were not the obvious choice; I didn't understand cats probably because I hadn't ever been around them. Thanks to a few good friends and their felines, I adopted Winston in June of 2000. It took a little adjustment in the beginning, but most things do.

Owen came along about a year later.
And that was four years ago.