When my roommate and I moved into an apartment in Brooklyn after college we decided it was time for a pet. I happened to be an adamant dog lover having grown up with dogs almost my whole life and she a cat lover. Of course a small apartment in Brooklyn is no place for a dog so we agreed on a cat.

As luck would have it a friend of mine had 2 little cats that had 1 little kitten because the mother was too young to have any more. My friend couldn't keep all 3 in his small apartment and we were in the market for a little one so this kitten became our Rico.

Why the name Rico, you ask? Well Rico's personality was apparent since the day we brought him home which was about 3 months after he was born: clumsy, cooky, needy, extremely curious getting himself into everything he shouldn't, and sometimes just a big pain in the butt. We decided on Rico because he was definitely NOT Rico Suave. But he was ours and we loved him like he was part of the family.

Oh RICO!