Whiskey

My now husband & I moved into my mother-in-laws home while I was in my third trimester with our son. As I spent sometime outside a creme (or buff) colored cat started hanging around. Being able to see his ribs I started feeding him. My fiancé HATED cats & along with his mother (who still despises them) didn't want me around the stray cat who I had already named Mr. Whiskers, thinking he wouldn't be around long. To find out the owner lived two houses down. The neighbor told my mother-in-law the cat went outside & never returned. They left food for him, but he wouldn't eat it. I continued to feed him & he wanted to come inside. Alas, he couldn't & it broke my heart. One day my nephew said he heard a cat outside & I couldn't find the cat until I looked underneath the house where the garage is. & there was Mr. Whiskers trapped! Screaming for my fiancé he opened the back of the garage & from then on Mr. Whiskers became my fiancé's cat. Now they're thicker than theives. I tried to get rid of the cat by calling someone to come get him, but my mother-in-law wouldn't let me cause she knew I wanted him.

Upon getting married & moving into our own place we brought Whiskey (Mr. Whiskers) with us where he is a spoiled, very spoiled cat! Whiskey sleeps on my side of the bed after being next to my husband for some time. Plays on his cat tree. Runs away from our son & my mother-in-law. He is now part of the family & he gets along with everyone. We even have conversations that end up with my husband & I laughing from how he meows so perfectly. & that's the story of my Whiskey.