Happy Anniversary to me. I still remember June 11, 1976, which was the day I brought home a 7-week-old gray-and-white powder puff and named her Misty.
She was my first cat ever; I raised her and grew up with her. To honor her memory, I resolved to continue to have cats in my life at any time it was humanly possible to have at least one. Oh, and also to spoil said cat(s) rotten, because of course that's what cats are for. Misty made sure to teach me THAT lesson earlyon. :o)
Anyway, I'm thinking about my first cat today. I was blessed to have her in my life.