Rex

I know you're thinking, “What is a dog doing in a newsletter about cats?”

Well, first off, I am not a dog. I am a cat. A quite remarkable cat I might add.
So how did I get my name? Well my owner was six years old and had asked Santa for a puppy. Imagine his disappointment on Christmas morning when he opened the box to find me inside. His mother tried to explain to him that they lived in an apartment and he couldn’t have a dog. Needless to say this did not put a smile on Bobby’s face. So his mother, God bless her, told him he could pretend I was a dog. So I was named Rex because that was the name Bobby would have named his puppy had Santa actually given him what he asked for.