Richo

I used to think that I was a dog person. I grew up with dogs not cats. I was in high school when I found out that I was allergic to cats. That gives you an idea of how often I was in the feline world. I was babysitting for a family in our neighborhood and an asthma attack.  I called my mom and she came and took over the babysitting while I recuperated at home never to babysit for those neighbors again. Then I met my husband who grew up with cats. His family had cats and I got my introduction into the feline world. Last spring, a neighborhood cat followed me home just like a puppy dog. He set up residence and has never looked back. A tuxedo with a John Wayne attitude, Richo is a lot like a dog as he behaves and misbehaves throughout the day. He comes when called, sits and begs for a treat and he stares at the refrigerator whenever it is opened holding up his paw. Thankfully, he is in touch with his feline self so I am learning more about the world of cats. So, I guess I am not really a dog or cat person but a person who loves whatever animal I am privileged  to be in the company of.