Today marks exactly one year since I went to the Williamson Animal Shelter and picked out a tiny little tortie. Or more accurately, she picked me, meowing pitifully and stretching out her little paw toward me from her cage.

I still believe that no cat could ever replace Lucy, my beloved first pet, but Peanut is her own gentle, sweet, hyper, often hilarious self. What sets her apart most is her one peanut butter colored foot that looks out of place but only serves to add to her charm.

She’s a lot better off than when she was rescued off I-65 and brought to the shelter. I’m a lot better off since she decided that I was to be her forever human.