Hector is my little precious angel. He was found on the street by the sister of a subletter back when we were living in Brooklyn. My roommate could not resist his little precious paws and little precious face and ever growing "Budha belly" so when I came home from work that day in August 3 years ago I found we were now the proud parents of not one but two black cats (oh, by the way, Rico and Hector if you couldn't tell already look almost exactly alike but are from 2 completely different sets of parents; people always ask how I can tell them apart, I say "I'm their mommy").

Of course I couldn't resist Hector's little precious face either, and I never put up a fight against keeping him. And of course this was when the situation with my ex and his allergy got much worse. He could somewhat handle one cat, but two could kill. I also wondered after that how that relationship would end up since I knew I would never be able to give up my babies. Well I think now it's pretty clear how that worked out.


"What about 'Budha?'" "I thought Rico was the one with the belly?" Haha well...after a few months we noticed that his belly wasn't getting any smaller and it looked ridiculous on his little kitteny frame so off to the vet he went. We found out it was caused by worms and many kittens get them...nothing to worry about. So though ridiculous and soooo cute at the same time the "Budha belly" was unhealthy and had to go. I remember having to feed him a formula to make it go away and though we were sad to see it go we were glad to have a bellyless little kitten who we knew would be around for a long time.

I'd love to hear your cat stories. Happy or sad. Comment back and tell me about the joy your cats have brought to you. ; - )