Ok, here’s my story…
My cat, “Red”, initially arrived in my life to help me through a difficult transition period. He is very outspoken, hates closed doors, loves fish, and generally thinks he should be catered to, as most cats do. Unfortunately, he also seems to suffer from PTSD, causing him to anxiously pull out his fur. This seems to occur more frequently in the Spring, which is the time of year that I believe he became trapped somewhere and then became a stray during the first months of his life. I sometimes call him “Mr. Fu Manchu”, because he often walks around with fur sticking out of his mouth, making him look like he has a mustache. He’s my “sweetpea” (yes, another nickname of which he has many) who teaches me about the important things in life that include sleeping, eating, playing, and loving.
(Jamie is a 2nd year Art Therapy/Counseling student at Southwestern College, Santa Fe. She hails from the Portland, Oregon area, and her musings on life can be found in her personal blog at http://emergent-pathways.blogspot.com/ )