i dont know im posting this here, but oh well i grew up hating cats. i am semi-allergic to them, but something about cats bothered me. it was their claws, their sneakiness, and the itchy eyes i would get whenever i was around them. i swore to myself i would always hate cats and would never get one. well of course my girlfriend brings home a black kitten named shredder a few months ago. i dont know if the cat sensed that i didn't like her or what, but she decided i would be her favorite. i learned to live with this cat and even grow to really care for her. even when she woke me up 5+ times a night to get close to me, i never even get mad. shredder went in to get spade and declawed yesterday. little did i know it would be the last time i would see shredder. she never made it back home from surgery. we thought she was a healthy cat but it turns out she was born with a hole in her diaphram. she never had a chance to make it through a surgery, and she probably wouldnt have lived for very long anyways. i dont know why this cat has had this effect on me, but i do know i will miss her a ton. RIP shredder... i will miss you