After I moving back to Florida with my almost 2 year old male tabby Sammy whom I rescued as a kitten, I decided to adopt a friend for him. I went to the local SPCA and was looking for a kitten or young cat when I came across Margarita. She was crouched up against the back of the cage and looked petrified. Gray striped with the biggest gold eyes my heart melted. Though she was feral and not the loving mush cat I wanted I could not leave her there knowing no one would take her. She came home with me that day in August and after a few days I introduced her to Sammy. They are inseparable now. Margarita would not let me touch her, ran away every time I got close. Slowly she has come around. It's January and now she will sleep on my bed, eat from my hand, and come when I call. She still runs from me most of the time and touching her is a process in the works but I think my Lil Girl will let me all the way in. Most people ask me why I keep an animal I cannot pet, and my answer is simple. She was supposed to be mine and love given needs no repayment.

Gina Calogero
Fernandina Beach, FL