Mister was first introduced to me as my fathers cat. He was found running through a hotel in Fresno, California where my dad was at a convention. He was only a kitten at the time. Probably lost and scared. My Dad never liked cats before and when he saw this defensless and scared kitty, I know his heart melted. How he got him all the way back to Daly City I'll never know. When I finally met Mister he was about 1 year old. I too, was not very fond of cats either, So I really didn't pay him too much attention. To me he was just an ordinary cat. Until one day.... the little guy came and sat on my lap and fell asleep in my arms, from that day he was the love of my life. When my dad remarried, he moved to San Diego and unfortuately was unable to bring Mister with him. Which worked to my advantage because I would have missed My Mister too much. "I'll keep him!!!" I shouted. And from that day on Mister was my cat. I had that cat spoiled rotten! giving him canned tuna, shredded chicken, etc.. He must have gained 5 pounds within a month. My skinny orange and white tabby was lovin life. Every night I would come home from work, he was there to greet me. He slept with me no matter the time of the day I went to sleep. Even if I got upset at him for scratching the furniture, he didn't care, just as long as he was by my side. Every once in a while, he would sneek out of the house and and I would be frantic and even able to rest until my baby came home. The only way I would be able to get him back inside was to rattle his favorite toy or open a can of food to trick him to come inside. I remember times when my boyfriend would put his arm around me, Mister would come and intervene and look at my boyfriend with so much jealousy in his eyes. What I will never forget is the times Mister would run through the house without a care of who got mad at him for running through the clean laundry or sleeping on clothes that where left on the floor. My story ends in a sad way. I had to move under unfortunate circumstances. The day before I was moving out of my house I found out I could not bring Mister with me to my new place. I had 24 hours to find him some where to go while I was in between homes. My friend let him stay at his house for a couple days until I was told the bad news that he unable to keep Mister. I called every where. shelters had no room, kennels cost too much. I had to think quick for Mister's sake. With tears in my eyes the whole time holding my precious love in my arms I had no choice but to take him to a place to be adopted by another family. While I drove him to the shelter for adoption, listening to him meow and cry for me to hold him. We finally got to the place with my heart pounding so hard cause I knew I would probably never see my Mister again. I got to the counter to file the paper work and all I could was cry, hold him, tell him how much I love him, and most of all, how sorry I was for leaving him to be adopted by a stranger. I held him so tight, kissing him for the very last time, the keeper came. It was time to say goodbye to Mister. Crying like I lost a child, praying that I would hold him again or be adopted by a loving family, I finally let him go into this womens arms. The lasts words I heard from her was "I'm sure he'll be adopted soon. Check back with us in a couple of weeks." I watched her take him into this elevator going who knows where as I waved goodbye to my precious cat. I cried the whole way home. I felt and still do as if someone took out my heart and stepped on it. I had my friend call the shelter to check on the status of his adoption. I could not listen to any bad news if there was any. I would rather here it from a friend than a person that didn't have any feelings for Mister. My cat, My love, my everything was put to rest on October 19th 2001 for behavior that was unaccepable for adoption. Mister, I will always love you. You have touched the hearts of many people especially mine. Your memory will live in my heart forever!! You will always my "Mama's Boy" Go and be free in Heaven until we meet again.