On Feb. 13, 2011, my wife and I went to the Animal Humane Society in Golden Valley to look for a cat. We agreed that this would be a Valentines Day gift to each other, but I think we were more motivated to try and beat the seasonal affective disorder that was starting to set in.
It was really busy when we arrived, and most of the cats were adopted already (not a bad problem for AHS to have I suppose). But there was this one cat with a medical symbol on his card who grabbed my attention. His name was Novio, and when we had some playtime with him he was clearly nervous, but rather than try and hide in the corner, he buried himself in my wife's lap.
Game. Set. Match. This cat was coming home with us.
Since then he has become an amazing addition to our little family. We gave him a new name, Gen. Ulysses S. Cat, because he didn't look like a "Novio" to us, and now he patrols the apartment as if he owns the place. He's full of energy and is constantly playing with anything that remotely resembles a cat toy. I personally love the way he races to the door to greet us when we get home.