Receiving a kitten as a gift was not my idea of a birthday present; I was hoping for a rugby shirt. I was happy living alone. Who needed this kitten that didn't follow what I considered usual cat behaviors, like eating fancy canned cat food and using his odor free litter box. When he decided to sleep with me, I was ready to call a halt to the experiment. A cat was not my idea of a bedtime companion. Needless to say, the breaking in period was difficult -- the kitten was having a hard time training me. Our relationship was tenuous at best, until one day he saved my life, and also led me to meeting the love of my life.
How could a small white kitten save your life, you ask?
What do druids have to do with it?
Why would pet food companies, pharmaceutical laboratories and foreign countries want to buy him?
The answers to these questions and other amazing feats, including how he got his name, are here to behold in this first story in a series that catalogues the adventures of Whiteknight (Hero Cat) and his growing family.