Yes, this is a JPG of my cat, Dax, because I think she's so gosh darn cute.

Actually, there's quite a little heartbreaking story behind her. I adopted her from a shelter in Chicago -- it was love at first sight. The other cats tried to crawl their way out of my arms, but not Dax. She just lay there as if to say, "Hey, let's blow this pop stand. I'm happy". So I formalized the adoption, and made arrangements for her to be spayed at the shelter.

However, when I went to pick her up, I learned that there was some internal bleeding, and got really upset. However, the vet was nice enough to let me visit Dax every day (except for one Sunday, when the clinic wasn't open). Two weeks later, I brought her home, and the rest is history!

By the way, yes, I did name her after Terry Farrell's character on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. I figure that 1) the character has had seven lives, and the cat has nine lives, and 2) because, in my "single and desperate" years, I figured that if I ever met Ms. Farrell, I might "get lucky". Who knows what can happen?

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