Jenny was unique—she always thought she was “people” and I never told her differently. When she was little she hid from me. I hunted all over the house calling her name—not a peep. I finally found her in the recycle bin.

She so enjoyed going to the Elliott Bay Animal Hospital as they made a fuss over her, but when we brought her home she made out that she was on a race track, running as fast as she could from room to room.

One time I had a box of chocolates on an end table. When I left the house she pushed a foot stool over to the chocolates. When I came home what a mess of my white rug!

Lucille J.