Peanut Butter came to me when she was 6 months old, I was only 16. A friend of mine had found her outside of her mother-in-law's house. She knew she was a stray and wanted to help her out. My friend called me and asked if I could keep her at my house until Monday when she would find a no kill shelter that would take her. My mom wasn't home so I said to bring her on over and I would discuss it with my mom when she got home. Before I even met Peanut Butter I had already decided that I needed to figure out how to keep this cat. I decided to tell my mom that I found her in the yard, that I would get a job to care for her and that I would always keep my room clean. The first words out of my mother's mouth was "where did Jen find the cat" she always could see right through me. She wasn't going to allow me to keep her but in the morning when she saw the cat cuddled up by my face on the bed, she just couldn't tell me no.