When BearBear was a tiny tot, and I adopted him from the shelter, I had brought my newly adopted adolescent kitty in-BoBo. She despised him! He was this tiny bundle; a tiny fluf of grey fur; that didn't even know how to meow, or cry, or stake any kind of claim whatsoever...Well, Booties, hated him...surely enough, I brought my mom up to help me with the introductions and after Boboo protested and growled and threatened little BearBear, I said, something like, "well, I know she will learn to love him"...The week that I brought him home (she was five months older) he suffered an injury to is right leg; the ligament was torn...while I was at work and he was at home with Booboo. So, the storey begins...