Since I can remember, I've wanted a kitty. Growing up, my parents were "dog people" so a cat was out of the question. I knew that when I went out on my own, the first thing I would do was get a sweet little kitten....
Then I married someone who was allergic to cats. He still is. Today, we got to give Hope a cat, anyway. It's the best feeling in the world when you get to do the impossible for someone. She was so confused at first and then completely ecstatic! "You mean I get to keep her?!"
Johnny's mom found her in the woods, crying so loudly you could hear her inside with all of the doors and windows shut. When Vickie went out to find her, the cat didn't even run. Instead, she climbed inside her vest and snuggled up. Apparently, someone had dumped this 5 week old kitten, and left her to starve out in the woods. It makes me feel a little sick, honestly.
Johnny loves a good underdog or rescue story. He has a soft spot for both of these. Hope was supposed to get a kitty for Christmas, in a box, under the tree, but Johnny knew that this little sweetie belonged in our family. And, she is exactly that: a very sweet addition to our family.
Oh, yes, and Hope has named her Lucy. Perfect.