Had been through a lot together; other cats, dogs, lovers, and homes. When it came time for us to say goodbye. Was devastated and still feel great sadness at having had to part with him.

As assessing the situation of being a petless person, believed that probably should not 'own' any more animals. There was the inevitable heartache involved and now the very real possibility that would leave a precious animal with no one to love and care for it. Could be satisfied with the neighbor's dog visiting or even going to the local shelter and being a temporary foster parent for a pregnant cat. Had it pretty well worked out and was proceeding along with my life.

There were several cats that came into the yard and while they were welcome to roam around, no one was encouraged to become friendly. Water has always been left in places for wandering animals, but never fed any of these little vagabonds.

One afternoon two young cats, barely old enough to not be kittens, came into the yard where while working with a friend. One was a bob tail calico, the other black with a small white bib. They were so friendly and cute. It's hard not to pick them up add give them attention

My friend was making a lot of noises about the cats and picking them up, etc. Had to remind her that unless she was taking them to her home, she needed to leave them alone. With that said, went back to work and both cats left the yard.

The next morning, was up early, ready to get ahead of my schedule. Opened the back door and heard a thump, then saw the black cat come around the corner. She had been sleeping in my porch chair waiting patiently. Well a black cat that finds you is good luck and since always been soft for black cats, so my new found friend became a new roommate.

Still sometimes think about the future and her fate, but mostly just enjoy her love, affection and her obvious joy of living in the moment...