The past few months have been tummy-turning—but I'll talk more about that when/if I know more. Hopefully I will after today.

Stress makes a person a little uptight, prone to bad moods, easy to snap. On Sunday, trying to wrap up my capital budgeting assignment for Finance, Sophie was climbing into my lap, licking my face, kneading my shoulder, purring, chasing my pencil…I let out a sigh of frustration.

Nick called from the other room, "Now, Dear...isn't Sophie the cat you always wanted? You said you wanted a cat of this breed because they are people cats…" It's true. I wanted a cat who didn't pretend that I didn't exist. I put down my pencil and picked up the fluffy ball weaving between my legs. Her purr motor revved as she contentedly leaned against my chest.

Yes, quirks (she brings up dirty laundry from the basement and steals my writing utensils), personality, and all, Sophie is the cat I have always wanted. And her backside is adorable: