This book is a tribute and a memorial to my cat Tasha. I had her for 16 wonderful years. I moved to Amarillo, TX in 1999 for a job that turned out to be short-lived. The work I was hired to do never really materialized. But, while I was there, I rescued Tasha from the SPCA. The lady who showed her to me at the SPCA said that Tasha was a lover, and indeed she was. We bonded rapidly, and I have many wonderful memories of her. I have often thought that I didn't really go to Amarillo for a job. I really went there to get Tasha. I have bipolar disorder (Type 2), and Tasha turned out to be a huge source of emotional comfort and support for many years. She loved me through some really hard times, and she was always there for me.