When she came to our household, she fulfilled the wish for a much needed daughter. She was calm and gentle, just the way most girls naturally are, as opposed to my rambunctious boy. My friend Susan, had found her abandoned and we decided to adopt her into our family. She was only about three months old at that time. Her name underwent a transition from Minosh ( the Turkish name that Susan had given her) to Mini, and she was finally christened as Missy, or so we thought. She completed our family of four - My husband, Max, Missy and I. Yes, I am talking about my grey tabby cat.
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