Mommy adopted me from a shelter in 1993. I don't think I was quite what she had in mind when she came to that shelter looking for a kitten. The shelter lady led mommy to a room where all the kittens were held. I was several months old, but I guess still young enough to be considered a kitten. I was also the biggest of the kittens there and in a cage all to myself. Mommy started at the back of the room, holding each tiny kitten, but when they would start to cry and scratch, etc....mommy would set them back in their cage and try the next one. At one point mommy happened to look up and caught me staring at her. I know it's impolite to stare, but I had to get her attention somehow! She continued this ritual of holding a kitten and setting it back in it's cage for quite a long time. I wondered if she would ever make her way to my cage. Finally, after what seemed like FOREVER, mommy stood before my cage and told the shelter lady she would like to hold me. Mommy held me close and looked into my eyes. That's when I gave her "the look." You all know "the look", where we half close our eyes and give you the "silent meow". I knew I had it made when mommy grinned from ear to ear and told the shelter lady, "This is the One!"
Update: Sadly Cole went to the Rainbow Bridge on August 4, 2008 after a two week illness. We miss tremendously.