My husband called me recently from work. Turns out, someone had thrown out a cat and it was hanging around the office. Could I come get her? My husband is not the biggest cat fan. I figured this cat must be something special. I get there, and a starved, matted, dirty and wet cat meows at me insistently from underneath the office steps. I check, yea, female. Totally complacent, the cat allows me to scoop her up and truck her home in my husband's hotrod truck. (We are talking LOUD truck, cat never flinches.) First thing she does upon reaching my house is decide the dog Rocky is her personal security blanket and she is queen bee in the cat pecking order. She does this, and everything else, loudly. Then she eats. Forever. Any time anyone does something she disapproves of, she yowls that angry cat yowl, when she wants company she vocalizes dramaticly. Like, if you don't pet me (feed me, brush me)right now I'll just die. And all of her tlk is severely off key. Since the cat would not leave anyone alone for a minute, I started calling her Pest. Then after a couple of days listening to her "sing", I decided Rippa was more suited to her. I like Kelly Rippa, and I like this cat, but neither of them can sing. Surprize, I realize upon dumping her rudely out of my lap and waiting for her to dig in, that the cat has no claws! The other cats, all bigger and healthier than her don't seem to realize this little fact. Anyway, this is our new family member, thought I'd introduce her. Will post pics of her when I can take some. Later, everyone. 'chelle Lee
