Everyone's got a story about where they came from and who they are.  This is my story.

My name is Cenicero (pronounced sin-e-sair-row).  I'm a cat who went from being a lonely little kitten walking the streets, to a well known dog trainer.  But please, let me start at the beginning.

At 5 weeks old I made a run across a busy road, and weaseled my way in the wheel well of a mini-van.  Before I knew it, this red-haired girl was laying on the ground prying me out of the wheel work.  She rushed me--snot nosed, goober eyed, flea ridden, and greasy--back to a car where I met the bearded guy.  And that's where it started.  My new life.

They also had two other creatures at their home.  I liked them--they reminded me of myself (furry and warm) and I instantly bonded with these guys.  They were like larger versions of grease ball kitties like me. Their names were Ramses and Mowgli, and they were dogs.  My dogs.

I couldn't remember my kitty family, but I liked this one a lot:  the red-haired girl, the bearded guy, and my dogs.  I didn't know much about being a kitty, so the dogs raised me the best they could--to be like and understand dogs.  For that, I owe them everything.  For finding my inner dog...and releasing it feline style.

Soon, one by one, the red-haired girl brought another dog to the house.  And another.  And another.  It turned out she was something of a "dog trainer."  She helped dogs practice self control, make better choices, and learn how to be good--like my dogs!  She called me a "great distraction" for these dogs during their training.  What she didn't realize--I was a secret weapon, her missing link, that was just waiting to be released.

You see, I challenge them to be better.  To be the most patient, attentive, obedient, tolerant, and well-rounded dogs they can be.  

I want you to know--behind every good dog is a cat that, at one point or another, taught them something about life.