After my previous cat Henry had died I couldn't bear the thought of living without a pet. It was with a lot of soul searching and pondering that I decided to go to the local pound to adopt another cat. As soon as I saw Willie cheekily slouched in a cage (completely and happily oblivious to his surroundings) that I immediately asked to hold him. He loved being cuddled at the time (and still does) and as soon he was in my arms I felt as if my grief for Henry had been made a little easier. Henry was my reason to love cats and I won't ever forget him. Willie is around two years old and constant makes me laugh and smile. I can never stop recommending people adopt from the pound- it will change an animal's life as well as your own. Forgive me for my rant haha- I'm just a massive cat lady.