PITA came to us as a stray about 5 years ago. He was about 6 months old then, all scrawny and hungry. We never wanted cats, but he was so pitiful, so we fed him some tuna and milk. That evening I tripped over him and received a bloody nose. The following day my husband tripped over him outside and fell into the flower garden. He said, "get rid of him, he's going to the pound!" Well, the following evening I came home from work, and there was my husband sitting in a lounge chair with PITA on his lap. My husband then said we could give him a week trial. So for the first few days we just kept calling him a Pain In the A.., hence the name PITA! So he is now 6 and he's my husbands buddy! He is a huge hunter and is also so loveable and personable.

