In December of 2003 my mom got a call from my oldest sister saying that her good friends husband was having some medical related issues and needed to re-home the kitten they had just gotten as an early Christmas present. The day I met Morgan, at about 3 months old, he weighed less than a pound and fit in the palm of my mothers hand, but had an attitude the size of a lion. The day he came to his forever home, he walked into the kitchen to meet our other pets and hissed at them before walking to the dog bed and making himself at home. Through out the last 19 years he has had many other animal friends, met tons of new humans, and has held my heart in his little paws. Some of his favorite things included: riding on shoulders, knocking things off of counters while looking you in the eyes, eating egg rolls, sleeping on the dog bed, laying on hips, and giving me late night snuggles.