Another shelter cat, Saffy was on display at Petco when I was just buying cat food. However, those big green eyes were begging for a good home, and I couldn't walk away. She has been part of our family for three years now and, as I type this, she is sleeping three feet away on the table, despite the fact that I hate cats being on the table. But what can I do? Every cat has a middle name, not known to many, but known to me. That middle name is "do-as-I-damn-well-please".