Four years ago today we brought Bridget home from the SPCA. We lucked out - she is the perfect cat. Even our friends and family and veterinary staff say so. Unless you're new here, you know the extent to which I worship this feline, so I won't blather on. But suffice it to say that Rob has been known to complain that I'm nicer to Bridget than I am to him. And, sadly, that is sometimes true. But what can I say? She is my firstborn baby boy-girl. My Bridgie-Widgie. My Schmoopy-Boop. My Ooojie-Boojie-Boo.

I can't believe we've had her four years. In no time at all, she'll be headed off to college. We've already started her college fund. Simon and Maylee don't get college funds because they aren't exactly the college-bound type. And besides, I've explained to them that they'll need to forgo their educations so that we can send Bridget to Harvard.

No, I'm not crazy. (Maybe a little.) I just really love this cat.