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My 15-year-old cat, Hunter, had always been needy, but he became even needier after Misha, my black cat, passed away. I thought a kitten might be more acceptable to Hunter, so I started looking at the animal shelter where I volunteered with a friend of mine.

Photo: Wendy Mastandrea

One morning, we checked in on the adoption floor. I looked at a cage across from the door where I was standing. A little black-and-white kitten named Gwendolyn was standing at attention, looking directly at us. I asked if we could come in and visit her after our shift.

When the time came, I opened the door to her cage and petted her as she lay on her side. Stretched out, she looked straight into my eyes and blinked slowly at me. I felt my heart jump in my chest. I knew right then and there that I had fallen in love.

“Uh-oh,” I said, and picked her up out of the cage.

She lay in my arms and, shortly after, fell asleep there. I told my friend there was no way I was leaving without her. I called my husband and ran it by him. He said yes, of course.

It has been over three years, and Gwennycakes is still one of the best cats ever. When she wants pets, she flops hard down on the floor and rolls over to expose her belly. Right now, she is curled around the leg of a chair near me as I type.

She does not love being held, but she loves sleeping next to me, getting petted, and playing. I turned to look at her, and she is wide-eyed, staring at me with adoration.

She is such a good girl. She is chirpy, quietly purrs up a storm, and has the softest fur. I love my little Gwennycakes.

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Story submitted by Wendy Mastandrea from Floral Park, NY.

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