When I was 5 years old my parents took me to the shelter to pick out a kitten after church one day. My mom will never let me live down the fact that I picked the runt of the group.
All she wanted was a pretty, fluffy, kitty who wanted to cuddle but I had to have the scrawniest of the litter.
I named him after Zacchaeus because just like the character in the bible, he was going to climb trees. Well, that was what I thought cats did anyways.
I never once saw this lazy little guy climb a tree though- unless I was dragging him up it with me against his will....Read More