Seven years ago, Winnie came into my life--and not because I wanted him to. Winnie needed a home while my in-laws house was being built and since my husband was the one who originally found Winnie, they figured we could take him in until their house was finished. Winnie and I didn't get along at first and I was so angry he was at our house. I think a lot of it had to so with I never grew up with pets and my house was new, too, and I didn't want him to scratch and ruins things. Eventually, my in-laws house was finished and by then a lot had happened and I wouldn't give Winnie back--I fell in love with the little guy and now I can't imagine life without him.