Two years ago today, I took Pudding home from the pound.
There hasn’t been a moment of regret–not a moment when I was anything but thrilled to have her in my life, for my own. And she has been a good, good kitty. She hasn’t gotten sick, she hasn’t stolen or destroyed anything, she hasn’t peed on anything, and she hasn’t run away. All she is is a good, good kitty.
Happy second anniversary, sweetheart. Here’s to many many more.
