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I went to a cat rescue organization looking for a black cat with white feet that I could call Boots (not original, but I liked the name). There, sitting on the desk, was a gray striped tabby. I reached out to pet her and she rubbed her head against my hand. I was immediately smitten. I stooped down and she jumped right into my lap. Then she laid on the floor so I could give her belly rubs while she held on to my hand and kicked her feet. I knew then and there she was my cat.

I still named her Boots. We had 11.5 wonderful years together until I lost her to cancer. I still miss her.