Please indulge me.

It's been one year to the day since I've adopted Buster.  I can't believe it!  Seriously, this year has gone by so quickly and I'm sure he had a little somthin somthin to do with it.  I always had pets as a kid, generally cats, but Buster is all mine.  Hands off, brother!  Hands off, sister! [Did any of you used to fight over whose cat belonged to whom?  We totally did. (And, by the way, Tiger was totally MINE.)]  I was nervous to adopt a cat of my own, especially when I bonded with Buster, my Special Needs cat. 

I adopted Buster from PAWS, an awesome No Kill shelter in Chicago.  He is FIV+, which is basically HIV for cats.  Ya see, Buster lived on the streets for the first year of his life and a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do [I'm not really sure what I mean by that, but I'm gonna stick with fighting].  No one really adopts Special Needs cats for fear that they'll get sick and be more costly, and Buster lived in the shelter for over a year.  But I found him on the website and knew it was meant to be.  For real, the volunteers and workers at PAWS just gasped when I said I wanted to adopt Buster; someone told me I was going to heaven for doing so.  For reals.  ANYWAY, things are good and he's healthy and the best kitty a girl can ask for. 

Ummm, did I mention he doesn't have teeth?  They had to pull most of them out because of gingivitis or something [I told you, Special Needs].  Sooooo, sometimes his lip gets stuck on his gums and he ends up looking like this...

Or my personal favorite, this...

But mostly he's just a big snuggle bug.  And seriously, just the sweetest cat that ever did live.  Seriously.  And I couldn't be happier that I took him home one year ago today.