Her name is Flea. I'm not sure why I named her Flea... she didn't even have any, it just sounded like a cute kitty name.
Flea used to live outside my parents house. I saw her for the first time when I was over for dinner one night right after one of the Florida hurricanes of 2004. She was hiding behind a tree, looking all scared and timid. She may have gotten lost during the storm... we'll never know.
Being the Mother Nature animal-loving person that I am, I started to go up to her, crouching real low and slowly approaching her with my hand out so she wouldn't freak out. I can't remember if she did come out that night, but over the next few months, she became more friendly and basically a neighborhood pet. My parents fed her and so did their neighbors. Everyone loved her!
And everyone knew this little girl needed a real home. So when me and the boyfriend I had at the time broke up (and he lost Pimp as a son, poor guy!), I naturally suggested he take Flea as own -- and he said yes!
Yay! Flea got a home and a great daddy, and he got a great kitty. He's the best with cats. He's still one of my best friends and the one I trust to babysit Pimp and Moo if I ever go away. Pimp LOVES him.
She was scared at first, and not too friendly, but with lots of love, she came around. That was 2004. I just visited them a couple nights ago... and she has become the most friendly cat ever! She is ALL love. She purrs and talks and jumps on your lap and everything.
What a lucky kitty! I'm so glad I could get her a home.
And that, Cuteheads, is officially where all my crazy-cat-lady stuff started. Flea is the first kitty I've ever helped, and since then I've lost track of how many cats I've either found homes for, helped find homes for or fed because simply showed up at my door or near my car.
Flea gave me the cat-lady bug (hehe, get it?), and I've loved every moment since!