I didn’t want to live with a cat. I certainly didn’t want to live with a cat in my house. I was certain that I didn’t like cats. I was wrong.
Years ago, my ex-wife wanted a cat. She had grown up with felines and had great memories of them. I had grown up with a father who would sooner spontaneously combust than have an animal inside his perfect house, so I knew very, very little of cats or dogs from experience. At best, I was indifferent. But Melissa wanted a cat, so I decided to find one for her.
It was my sister, Mary, who found a stray kitten in Mountain Brook, which is an upscale Birmingham suburb very close to the local zoo. I had mentioned to her that I was looking for a cat, so she called me to come take a look when Melissa wasn’t around — so it would be a surprise for her. I went to Mary’s apartment to see this tiny furball who seemed more like a starving street urchin than the healthy kittens I’d seen in cat food commercials.
I got got down on the floor with him. He came over to me and rubbed against my face — gingerly at first, but then with abandon. I smiled and suddenly felt warmer inside. I didn’t want a cat, but something inside me did. What was I getting into?

Here’s proof (if you need more) that people want something for nothing
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Anne, the cat who’d love to live in a shoe
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Munchkin, the dog who vanished without a trace
GOP hypocrisy: It’s only ‘pork’ when federal spending is in other districts
If the truth is blurry in your mind, how can you explain it to others?
He couldn’t mold her into himself, but my dad broke Mother’s spirit
I want to live a life my kids will want to emulate as they grow up
‘What if I asked you to marry me right now, without knowing more?’