Persey is our cat, the baby in our household. Well, she’s really my husband’s cat, and I’m merely the Assisted Living Specialist. At only 7 weeks old, she came to live with us and decided Nelson needed her. She followed him everywhere and spent most of her days in his office. Unable to jump from the floor to his lap, she climbed his pant’s leg, falling many times, until she reached her destination. Of course, he rewarded her with many rubs atop her head and affectionately dubbed her “Perseverance” or “Persey” for her gallant efforts.
So, every month, you’ll get a photo of Persey and a Purr-spective on Our Lord.