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Welcome!
Below is a video and written step-by-step instructions to show you how to create your first post!

1.Click on the + sign at the bottom right of the page. Your post will appear.

2. Begin typing.

3. Upload any file of your choice

4. Click out of your post, and you’re done!
If you have any questions, please email me! Again, welcome!

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For your first post, answer the question "Who am I?" Please reveal one thing about yourself that you feel is important for people to know.  I have posted a story about my cats, Audrey and Ash, because I think it is important that people know how much I love animals! Please include a photo, video, audio file, whatever you like, that shows us who you are!

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For your first post, answer the question "Who am I?" Please reveal one thing about yourself that you feel is important for people to know.  I have posted a story about my cats, Audrey and Ash, because I think it is important that people know how much I love animals! Please include a photo, video, audio file, whatever you like, that shows us who you are!

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Who am I? I am Paula Killough, an animal lover.

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Who am I? I am Paula Killough, an animal lover.

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This is Audrey. She was my fur baby, my best friend, my constant companion for sixteen years, and I loved her dearly. Audrey passed away in 2015 due to complications from diabetes. I cared for Audrey through her challenges with diabetes, giving her daily insulin shots, and monitoring her blood sugar and diet. When she died, I felt the loss deeply. I thought I was done -- I would never have another cat. I thought I couldn't love another cat as much as I loved her, so what was the point?

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He came to me as a surprise two months after I lost Audrey. His mom showed up one day in my neice's barn. She gave birth to four boys, and they were all adopted out quickly, even the mom. But no one wanted Ash. He was the runt of the litter. He couldn't use his back legs for the first weeks of his life, and he was the victim of "black cat" superstition. He needed me. I knew the moment I met him that I needed him, too.