Sophomore year of college meant one thing to me: moving off campus into my own apartment. The school had rules against freshmen living off campus, but come year two and I was free as a bird. I made plans to move in with a girl I knew through friends and learned that she would be going home to Long Island over break, so I’d be living in the house alone for the first month or so. Being alone in my apartment scared me and I knew I needed a friend to keep me company, so I went to the SPCA in search of a kitten to adopt. My mission entailed finding a newborn little girl (up until this point I had only had female cats) and bringing her home that day. When I walked in I played with the tiniest little furballs, but before I made a decision I checked out one more kennel. There I saw a skinny little male cat, 8 months old, with a tag that read “Peter.” Peter had a black heart-shaped nose and golden crossed eyes. He looked at me, meowed, and promptly threw up at my feet. I knew I had to bring this kitty home. […]