How We Met

My dog passed and my mom was asking if I wanted to get another (we've always had animals around and NOT having one was pretty much unthinkable). I asked (half-joking, because my mom has hated cats for years) if we could get a cat.
She said maybe.
I freaked out with excitement. When she pointed out that she had only said MAYBE, I informed her that it had taken 15 years for her to say something other than a flat out (rather impolite, if you know what I mean) no, and that I was going to be excited, thank you.
Less than a week later (probably because of the sheer joy brought on by that simple MAYBE, ...and possibly the fact that I immediately started looking up cat breeds) I was given a list of requirements and a go-ahead. I settled on a Russian Blue as my top pick.
Around two months later, while getting cat supplies at Petsmart we came across the weekly rescue animal visit. And I saw the most amazing little kitten ever. And he even had a Blue coat! It was a sign! Needless to say, we got him.
He's been my irritant/ baby /best-friend/ cuddle-buddy/ alarm-clock/ heat-blanket/ photo-model ever since.