Ziggy!

Ziggy is my little baby boy! My kitty!
When I was little I always wanted a cat. And finally when I was 19 I got my kitty.

Andy and I had moved into an apartment together and I begged him that all I wanted was a cat. December 1, 2001 Andy comes home from work with a shiny silver bag. "Open it!" he said, "It is an early Christmas Present. It was a small bag of cat treats. At first I was thinking 'Ha ha very funny' and I was very tiered and had just gotten off work late. Then he told me that the rest of my present was in his car and I had to come help him get it. Impatiently I asked him if it was a cat. And when I saw the box in the back seat I got excited. Obviously it was a cat. I brought the box inside and set it on the couch and peaked inside the top of the box and saw two little eyes and heard a meow. I opened the box and said "hello baby" and he was so happy to see me.

A guy Andy knew from work found Ziggy at a house in a bucket with a lid on top. No one knows how long he was in there but it was easy to tell he had been there for a while. The guy took him home and bathed him and let Andy take him home to me. The poor little guy. He is almost 4 years old now and he is still often times afraid of people.... I don't blame him. But for the most part he is not so scared. I was lucky that he loved me right away and he is luck to have a home with me. Ziggy has such a silly personality and that help makes him so lovable.