Georgia is Henry's cat. She is the oldest pet of the family. We believe she will be 16 this summer. When I was a toddler, I was very fond of cats, preferring them to dogs. As we didn't have a cat at the time, my parents decided to take me to the Cobb County Adoption Center to pick out a cat as a fifth birthday present. There were many cats there, but Georgia caught my eye. I remember taking her home in a cardboard box, sticking my fingers in the air holes as she attempted to bite them. That same car ride home, one of my parents suggested the name Georgia, which I thought was a good name for her. As she matured, she developed a spunky, sassy demeanor. For the first half of her life, she was an outdoor cat, coming inside only occasionally. Once we learned that coyotes from a nearby forest were coming into our neighborhood and killing cats, we made the decision to bring her inside, where she has lived ever since. Georgia really likes cars and travelling. She likes to stare at the window at other people driving by, bobbing her head at them. Next year, Georgia will be living with me wherever I transfer to. Pretty crazy to think that a cat I got when I was five will soon be living with me as a junior in college. She still is healthy and going strong. Hopefully, she'll stay that way for a while.
