When I was very little, [maybe 4 or 5] I had really bad allergies to animals, and I had a bad case of asthma.. At that age, my brother was born, and since everyone seemed to give all their attention to him, I felt pretty lonely most of the time. Mom wouldn't play with me anymore. We didn't go out to the park, we didn't play dolls, we didn't dress-up, nothing. Life got boring. One day I saw this stray cat walking by, and I went and gave him some milk. He came and drank, and stayed there for a while. Then he left.. The next day I saw the cat again, so again, I gave him milk. Eventually, the cat just stayed around the house and I asked my parents if I could keep it. Of course they said no, cause I was sick [getting shots once or twice a week]. But the cat kept coming, and I wanted it, so I "kept it" [just outside the house, haha] I hugged it, chased it, played with it, everything, because it made me so happy! Then I started getting really sick.. Dad told mom to take me to the hospital to get my shots again [cause she had stopped taking, due to money issues] but since there was no money, we couldn't go. They decided "if she doesn't get better in a couple of days, we'll have to take the cat somewhere far so it doesn't come back". But they were also tired of changing my sheets everyday, not allowing me to have stuffed animals, not allowing me to play in the grass too long, no pets, etc.. Anyway, we kept it and I got worse the next day. I felt like ****, so I hugged "kitty" to make myself feel better. Guess what.. Eventually I DID start feeling better, because my immune system learned to fight it and now I've have at least one cat with me ever since then. :] YAY KITTIES!