If you’re avid reader of my blog, you probably remember my super sad (yes, I cried while writing it) post about my late cat,Angel. I rescued Angel from a shelter (ok, my Dad rescued her, technically) when I was 12 years old and brought her out to LA from New York when I moved out in 2009. Sadly, Angel passed away in December 2011, at almost 17 years old, of liver cancer…and hence, I was devastated. It’s funny how many people told me I should get a new cat, as a replacement, when I really wanted to say back to them “if your sister died, would you tell your parents to adopt a new daughter?” I know it sounds extreme, but the bond that I had with Angel was something very real and very deep. I grew up with her. Angel cuddled with me the first time that a boy dumped me, she sat on my lap and purred when I was grounded in my room and bored to death, she kept me company when I moved to a strange city where I knew a total of two people. “Replacing” Angel was never an option for me; however, as my friend Ashley told me, I have a lot of love to give and any cat would be lucky to live with me. It’s not “replacing” Angel, it’s simply moving on and helping another animal that needs a home. After about one year, I was ready.
Enter Gemma Angel and Gea. I only intended to get ONE cat (Gemma Angel) but, of course, the foster family saw that I have “SUCKER” clearly written all over my face when it comes to anything that meows. Gea (the smaller kitten) is Gemma’s daughter and they were rescued from a kill shelter in Carson, California. Ironically enough, they were being fostered at a mansion in the Hollywood Hills, right next to Chris Brown’s house, but they seem to have adjusted to the downgrade that IS my “executive studio” apartment. I love my little girls and even though I know that Angel would LOATHE both of them, I know, deep down, that she’s secretly happy for me…and probably chowing down on some salmon, next to a warm fire place.
Make sure to follow me on Instagram for even more Gemma and Gea pics…you’ll get sick of me, for sure.
So, if you know me at all, you know how I feel about cigarettes. I hate them….and really, hate isn’t even a strong enough word. Cigarettes are vile. But I digress, I won’t go on anti-smoking rant but I will say that if you are looking for a healhtier alternative to cigarettes, 
