It’s hard to believe that it’s been six years with this furry little tortie in my life. I guess time flies when you have a fun cat, or a cat who likes flies. It seems like yesterday that she picked me to be her furrever human. I’d like to say I chose her, but we all know it was the other way around.

On June 30, 2017, I went to the Williamson County Animal Shelter with the intent of taking home a cat, not to replace Lucy, the cat I had lost nine days earlier, but to be an outlet for all the love I still had for Lucy that had nowhere to go.

I’ve never once regretted going to a shelter for my cat. I’m all for breeders and purebreed animals, but there’s something extra special about rescued pets. They just seem to love you more somehow. Plus, you don’t need to sell a kidney to be able to afford one.

I brought home a tiny tortie with one peanut butter foot all those years ago and have been blessed with six years of joy from one very grateful feline. God willing, here’s to many more years with little Peanut!