A year ago next month will be a year since we adopted Raven. She was a stray who had all sorts of medical issues, psychological issues and emotional trauma from her past. We went to the humane society and adopted her there on the spot, we have always wanted a cat in our home (my fiancé and I ) as we were starting our family journey. A week after we adopted her we found out that I was pregnant! Having suffered through three miscarriages while ttc back to back, having a support animal was amazing for me. I needed a baby, and I always have been a cat person. I grew up with many many felines, from picking up and homing strays to litters of kitties or random cats showing up at our door step. I grew up with two black cats, as a child they were my favorite thing and the most loving creatures my mom could have ever gotten. So back to the story, I found out that I was pregnant again for the 4th time. Terrified, but I found it weird how she was noticeably way more calm in my arms ( when I didn’t know I was pregnant) than my fiancé who is also really good with cats!. She would sleep on my belly, cuddle us like crazy and she became my baby girl. Raven has been the glue to our family, because our little boy made it! This time we had a full house! lol this is my little boy Arian (ARE - E - AN) and Raven . She is absolutely in love. She comes to comfort him when he whines, cuddles him during naptime and is still trying to get used to the pets :p