After moving away from my family and their cats to get married, losing my job, and a car wreck, I was seriously depressed. My husband didn't think we could care for a cat. So,I decided if I couldn't have one, I'd just go volunteer at a shelter.

That's how I met Katie and her mother. Katie was so shy and withdrawn no one could get her out of the cage to clean it. After having little to no experience with cats who have claws that didn't end in scratches, I braced myself to get torn up. I pulled her out of the cage, she made herself so small in my arms. I knew right then I had to have her. She was too scared and sweet to go to anyone else. After begging my husband for a couple months I was able to bring her home. In the space of time it took me to get my husband to let me get her, I built my trust with her. She purred and played and let me pet her, things no one else could do.

Since she's come home...she is my little brat and constant companion. I love her so much. We don't spoil her so much with toys as affection. In this picture, I took it before bed. I tuck her in every night in my robe give her a kiss and one of her toys.

Korrie
ABQ, NM