Here's the last of me tonight (sound of cheering)

I received a cat as a gift from a young boy in my neighborhood. He said he found it at his aunts house. It appeared to be dark grey. It had fleas in such numbers as to change its color. It was deflea'd, bathed and then named: El Gato De Las Pulgas, Pulgas for short. We also had William of Orange and Lady Jane Grey and a hairball we called Chevaux. My ex turned out to be terribly alergic to the darlings. They were housed with friends and missed. I can't honestly say I LOVE cats, but I like them as much as they like me. The Cook has two. Mary, a VERY independent tabby, and her black and scary looking son, Puss (also known as Slash, for his behavior before being neutered). Puss is now a gentle giant weighing in at 22 pounds (and he is NOT fat, he would like you to know!) he is bigger than the Bichon, Honey, so it is a good thing for her that he has found his center and mellowed out.

CB