Growing up I always had cats. My dad actually got a kitten right before I was born, so I really grew up with him, as many children normally do with dogs. He lived until he was 16. Then we took in my grandmother's cats, when she could no longer care for them. One lived behind the furnace until one day he ran away. The other cat became the queen of the house. We didn't get along at first; she even bit my face once. But we grew to have a loving relationship, and I was clearly her favorite in the house. When she passed at 20 years old, my family adopted 2 cats: a 6 month old and a 2 year old. They had a funny relationship; all he wanted to do was play, and all she wanted to do was be given attention. When I was at college, my mom called me one day to tell me they had put Liam (the 6 month old, who was now a year old) down because he had hurt himself accidentally. I was devastated; but I knew that he was in a better place. After a few months my family got 2 eight month old kittens. The princess of the house was not thrilled, but she got over it. All three live at my parents house. When I moved out into my own apartment, I knew I would need cats. When I was down in NJ I knew there wasn't enough time for me to give the love and attention they would need. So I waited until I moved home, and moved into an apartment in Palmer with my boyfriend. The day before we got the approval of the apartment, I was volunteering at Dakin. Before I left, I wanted to go peek in and say hello to the quarantined kittens that had just come up from NJ. When I went into the room, I saw these two peanuts and I just knew I found my kittens. The next day, I called to see if we had gotten the apartment. We had! I ran down to Dakin and adopted my two babies that day. I wasn't actually able to take either of them home yet, though, because one needed her surgery still and the other was still in quarantine with a cold. The next day, I went to pick the first kitten up and it was magical. I brought her home and didn't want to leave for anything, not even work. I then got a call the next day asking if I would like to foster the sick kitten until she was healthy enough to officially adopt her. I said absolutely! So, I had a sick kitten in one room and a (what we though was) healthy in another. Lo and behold, they were both sick. So I had to take care of two sick, quarantined kittens at the same time, in my own home. It was a challenge, but the best I've had yet. Since then, they have been healthy and happy darlings whose ears perk up when they hear my car horn beep, signaling my arrival. They sit waiting for my at the door every time.