by Jess Stryker (January 19,2002)
When my son was about 8 years old he received some money from his great-grandmother. He wanted to buy something right away, so we went to a nearby supermarket. Out in front of the market were a couple of young girls with a box full of kittens. My son looked at the kittens and announced that what he would like was a kitten (we didn’t have a pet at that time). I was a bit hesitant, as my wife, Julie, was not along on the trip, and I wasn’t sure how she would react if we suddenly came home with a new cat! I had a brief conversation with my son about the responsibilities of pet ownership, and he agreed that he would feed, clean, and otherwise care for his new pet. So we went into the store and he spent his gift money on some cat litter and kitten food. When we came out of the store, the girls were busily chasing one of the kittens which had climbed out of the box and was scurrying off across the parking lot! We thought this was a good sign, and so we took home the small black and white escapee. He named her “Frisky” because she was so active. When we got home Julie was a bit surprised, but who could resist that cute little bundle of fur?