For my first official blog post I felt it was appropriate to go into detail how I was first introduced to cats. I am going to be honest with y’all and say that I was never really that into cats. I’ve always been a canine person, but that changed about two years ago when I found Wizzy. My sister came over one evening and said she had heard a faint crying sound under my front steps. We kind of just shrugged it off, thinking it was probably some sort of rodent family taking refuge under there. I pretty much forgot all about it until the next morning when I kept hearing shrieking crying sounds coming from under there. My inner brave girl came out as I got on the floor to see what the heck was making all that noise. I was terrified; it could’ve been a raccoon waiting to rip my face off for all I knew! To my dismay, it was a baby kitten that could’ve have been any more than 2 weeks old. My heart melted and I instantly fell in love. I wrapped it (didnt know if it was a boy or girl at this point) in a towel and took it to the vets office. They confirmed that he was probably about ten days old, as his eyes had just opened and were the lightest shade of blue. He was flea ridden, starving, and very whiny. On top of that, he had a very bad case of diarrhea. It was a very tiring next few weeks, as I had to get up every 2-3 hours to bottle feed him, make him go potty, and burp him. Who knew kittens had to be burped?! I sure didn’t! Nevertheless, all that time caring for such a helpless newborn creature ultimately created a very strong bond and here I am two years later writing to tell all about it. I can not wait to share my stories with you all. Thank you for reading, and cheers to more adventures.