Well, I think that I have the proof that God is a cat person, because Chiquita grew a little door. But I guess I wasn’t specific enough, because the little door doesn’t open on it’s own. I took Chiquita for x-rays, which showed that she was born with spinal damage and the vet was surprised that she could even walk at all. Because of this, her brain would let her know that she would have to go to the washroom, but when she stood in the litter tray saying “ I think I can, I think I can,” nothing would happen. The vet taught me how to empty her bowel and bladder by squeezing her in a certain way, and that’s what I do, many times a day, every day for the rest of her life. Such a small price for me to pay to have this wonderful little creature in my life. She welcomes all the orphaned kittens that I foster and can often be found carrying them in her mouth to her bed for a snuggle.