Last year, Billy was really depressed and I decided that he needed a kitten to heal him. I knew if I talked to him about it, he'd have a chance to say no, so I planned a kitten black ops. I was sure that if I got him around some cute kittens, he would be unable to resist taking one or several home. It just so happened that Rebecca's friend, Melinda Jackson, had some spare kittens at the time, so we invited her over to Rebecca's for brunch and a kitten show. I told Billy that we were going to Rebecca's for brunch. I did not tell him there would be kittens. Incredibly, Billy was able to resist the kittens. He just wasn't ready to take one on, even though they were fucking adorable. At that time, I had been enjoying a year of pet-free living and planned on keeping it that way. But as the corny saying goes, the heart wants what the heart wants. I wanted Tina. In fact, I HAD TO HAVE TINA! I took her home and she turned out to be the best cat in the universe. Since I'm a middle-aged childless hag and she is a wonder cat, I suspect there will be many more posts about Tina.