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I am one of those people who may go into a store for only one thing, and end up coming out with a cart load of items. Well, that's kind of what happened when I adopted our cat, Lucy. I had stopped at the pet store for a can of fish flakes and I ended up leaving with a cat starter kit, a hundred pound bag of litter and food, more toys than I give my children at Christmas and, the cat.

I didn't really give our lease agreement, (no pets allowed), any thought until I was on my way to the shelter to make Lucy legally ours. Giving my husband's reaction any thought didn't occur to me either. After some creative wording and fancy foot work, I got the permission (and request for a hefty deposit) from the owner of the house. I approached it differently with my husband. I simply told him that she was the sweetest, friendliest, and most gentle cat I had ever come across and that she'd be great with the kids. He gave in, but without noted reluctance.

I waited anxiously in the store that evening like a new Mother waiting for her baby. A teenager sauntered toward me carrying a box/carrier that seemed to be jerking, almost out of control, and making a noise I hoped I would never hear again. I looked questioningly at the boy as I took the carrier from him thinking he would have some ground-breaking advice. Instead I got a blank stare and raised eyebrows. I found out the box was "sturdy" and that it was time for his break; I got the hint. Me and my jerking box of cat headed for the van for what would be a very interesting ride.

Her incessant meowing was expected, however; it was the high pitch that the meowing took on that made my palms start to sweat. We reached the first stop light and that's when I heard a terrible sound, like someone ripping open a box. I glanced down to see a black paw; claws fully extended and a few sharp teeth gnawing on one of the air holes in the carrier. Trying not to show my growing fright, I talked to Lucy, but that only made her tone more critical. She went to town on that box like a beaver to a log; the sound reverberating in my mind. I started praying out loud and talking to myself wondering what had happened to the sweet, gentile creature I had adopted just hours ago.

I couldn't call my husband for help. I had built her up like she was part of a royal bloodline and now she was like a devil cat, ready to burst out of what was left of her sturdy carrier and claw me to death without hesitation. Whatever I could find to stuff into the gaping hole she

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