I like Patches. She makes me laugh. Plus, her shoes rock. Or at least, the two pairs I've seen so far rock.

The first time I hung out with Patches, she sang along to a relatively obscure James Brown song that was playing on my car stereo. Smitten doesn't even begin to describe.... Now, she's mine, all mine, and even though I've since realized that she was a cat in a previous life, it's not like she is in *this* one. Mwror? Patches is responsible for my political awakening, my budding cooking skillz, and 99.99999% of the happiness in my life. Yay Patches!