I grew up in a home that LOVED animals. My parents truly believed that animals teach responsibility and love to children so much and we always had pets growing up. Mainly dogs, but we did have a few cats and there was the rabbit phase... Also hamsters (yep... M.C. Hamster and Baby) (But we won't talk about them because we found Baby dead outside one day... TRAUMA!!!!).
Kyle married into having a cat, much to his displeasure, my cat... Lucy. The story of Lucy actually starts waaaaay back to 2001, two days after the September 11th attack. I was a Sr. in high school and we got up for school to find a box holding two orange kittens on our door step. They were TEENY TINY, estimated only about 4 weeks old. We never did find out who left the box. We named them after our favorite Atlanta Braves players, naturally: Tom "Glavine" Wood and "Chipper" Jones Wood. We had to feed them bottles and vitamins and everything. Long story short, Chipper, my cat, didn't make it but Glavine, Cassie's cat, did.
When it comes to animals passing, my parent's are also really big about getting back up on the horse again, so to speak, and so my dad took me to get a new kitten the next week. That's where Lucy comes in. My college roomies hated her (sorry girls!), Cassie and Joel called her Lucifer. But I loved her and she sat on my lap and soothed many a broken heart from dumb boys. Also, she loved to eat Macaroni and Cheese. A few years ago, Kyle was gone on a trip, and Lucy suffered a stroke and didn't recover. LK and I were both so sad. She really had turned out to be a wonderful family cat and we still talk about her and miss her.