Meet Damien, the kitty we adopted after we moved to our first house.
Damien, my vanilla and caramel kitty. Damien, who I think every morning when I put cream in my coffee until it turns a lovely caramel color, just like his fur.
Damien, the most aptly named of all cats. Damien, who eventually grew to 19 pounds and (because of his viciousness) had to go live with my parents on the day Daughter was born. Damien, who once put my dad in the hospital. Damien, who sucked a blanket before he went to sleep. Damien, who ate part of stuffed Mealy the Mouse's head and nearly succumbed to intestinal blockage. Damien, who tumbled into a cactus patch as a baby kitten before we brought him home from the farm. Damien, who fell asleep on my lap as I pulled thorns from his paws. Damien, the legendary cat who our vet still remembers, years after his untimely death.
Damien, my first true kitty love.