So, maybe you're wondering how I got my name.  My mom is a HUGE fan of Sting, the rock star.  She could have named me  Gordon Sumner, but that just wouldn't be right.  She went to a Sting concert one time and professed her love to Sting and told him, in front of EVERYBODY, that she loved him and named her cat after him.  I was humiliated when I heard the story.  Imagine how poor Joe felt.  Oh, well.....So, when I was younger I would spend a lot of time outside.  I was a good mouser, but I have since retired.  Now my sister Callie, has taken over.  My days are spent eating, looking for sun to lay in.  Usually in the house.  I go outside, but not as often as I used to.  My eyes aren't as good as they used to be.  Frankly, I need glasses.  And a hearing aide.  But, considering my age, it isn't THAT bad.  Maybe not a hearing aide.  On second thought, I don't have to hear my mom singing anymore.  Wow!  I am a happy cat, most of the time. When I get fed on time, have fresh water.  Joe to snuggle with.