Hey Everyone, Sorry about the brief hiatus, work has been crazy and my weekends have been slammed with family stuff. Anyhow, here's the next community question of the week. It's said that you can learn a lot about a person by the company they keep. So, tell us about "the company you keep" of the animal persuasion. What type of pets do you have? Give us everything, the who, what, when, where, and why. ___________________________________________________________________ We have two cats in my family. Puffkin and Oscar. Puffkin, short for Rumplepuffkin, is a beautiful female long hair calico. We found her when she was about 8 weeks old at a DJ gig I did in Memphis seven years ago. The security guard for the facility hosting the event had caught her and didn't know what to do. My wife, who was my fiancee at the time, immediately took her, promising me, the asthmatic with lots of allergies, that we would take her to the shelter if we couldn't find her a good home. Well, after a week of cleaning her up we were hooked. I think the moment for me was washing her in the sink and then manually picking the fleas from around her head with tweezers. Those soft and trusting little eyes, mixed with the sweet little "meeeuuuuws" was all it took for me to be smitten. Of course now, she's a princess who thinks she owns the house. Oscar is an orange and white male short hair with two different colored eyes. My wife found him one morning at work. She was approaching her building and heard these pitiful little cries coming from a trash can. She went over and looked inside to find a small plastic bag where someone had sealed a tiny kitten and left it for dead. So, what does she do? Well, of course, she puts him in a box and brings him to my office so I can watch him the rest of the day at work. Obviously, my place of business would be more "animal friendly" than hers. You gotta love how women think. He was only about 4 weeks old and naturally was an instant hit with my coworkers. I knew there was no point in arguing when she started in with the "Puffkin needs a little brother" comments. We appropriately named him Oscar after the Sesame Street character who lives in what? Yes, a garbage can. Now, 5 years later, he's fat, laid back, and quite demanding when he wants to be petted. They truly are the odd couple with very differing personalities. He's now bigger than her and occasionally plays rough which is delightful since she can shriek like a wailing banshee. It sounds like someone is skinning her alive and will startle any guest we have around who has never heard it before. All in all they are great to have around and we are enriched by having them in our lives. I know some will disagree, but it's truly hard to beat the comfort and companionship you feel from a purring cat sitting on your lap. Or your head, depending on the cat's mood.