I've had four cats in my life. I remember my first one because I had her for about eight years until she got run over, her name was Bailey. The second I had for a week, the thing wouldn't stop meowing, it was lonely for it's old home. The third I had for six months, she wouldn't stop puking. The fourth I kept a year and six months. He was always meowing a lonely meow that made me feel guilty. I'm convinced cats belong outside, not in apartments.

Truly cats are an enigma. Thanks for reading..

Thanks everyone for reading....

Thanks Odette they are mysterious sometimes too.