For 30 years, I fought it and claimed to not be a "cat" person. The sad truth is, I've secretly always adored kitties. When I was a very little girl, we had an indoor dog, and my daddy had a few hunting dogs. But being the girly-girl that I was, I wanted a kitten. At age 5, my parents let me have my first kitten. A beautiful little Siamese kitten. I named it, Kitty. Kitty caught something, and died after I had gotten good and attached to her. Then, a few months after that, one of daddy's renters asked if I wanted one of their kittens, I asked my parents and they were hesitant, after having to deal with my grief over Kitty, but agreed. I don't remember this kitten's name, or whether it was a boy or girl. Perhaps I've blocked as much as possible. This kitten followed me everywhere I went. It was summer, and I had a playroom in the basement. This is where this little tabby and I played and snuggled. The kitten knew that my parents kept milk in the extra refrigerator down there, and I always shared my milk with it. You know how cats always follow you to the fridge, and try to get in there? I guess they know that's where the goods are. One day, I was getting us some milk & I turned & let the door slam to pour some milk into the kitten's bowl. I turned when I heard a flopping noise. That's when I realized, I had injured my little kitty. Yes, it's little head got caught in the fridge when I slammed it, and I broke it's neck. It died in my arms as I screamed for mama to come downstairs. I'm serious, I was severely traumatized after that. It still makes me feel horrible when that picture enters my mind. "That's IT!" my mama told daddy. "She can never have another cat! She may never get over this!" We did have a tom cat who wandered up a few years later, but he was never allowed in the house. I played with him outside, and he'd cat around for days, and then, wander back. One day, I found him in the curve, he'd gotten hit by a car. So, you can clearly understand why I thought I wasn't a "cat" person. I'm bad luck to cats! They would do the sign of the cross when I crossed their paths. But, then, 30 years & 2 cats later, that 5 year old little girl in me, has peaked out and admits that she loves cats! The girls are part of our family, and you can see, that between the two of them, and Stephen, we just work for the 3 of them. Stephen & cats RULE!