I was rescued by a family i didnt really want at first. I am a high class kitty and my family was below the income bracket i was accustomed to. I like satin and egyptian cotton and lets not dabble talking about my silk beds and kitty toys i was showered with. The most i got at first from the father human was a box. I quite enjoyed a new experience of a box. Bennie always got lost in them. Sometimes i would have to show him the way out or he would starve. Ummm, I was left at a Humaine Society in april of 1996 and was on death row when five people walked in. One spotted me and i was NOOOOOOO!!! I sprayed them with my litter and beckoned them leave me be. At that point, i was ready to accept my fate. But they were insistent and kept on badgering to come home with them. They bought me a collar. Changed my name from Sassy?!?!?! (last time i checked i was a boy, foolish previous owners) to Mr. Buttons where i quickly shed that embarrasment with a new name that suited me better. BIG B!