Kate had Poulet for over 16 years and when she passed she told me she never wanted another cat. She said, "It just hurts too much when they die." One month later we went to the humane society and looked at cats, Kate had one picked out from looking in the paper. We wanted another so we looked for quite a time. FInally it came down to two. When Late asked me how we would choose between them I said something like why choose take all three. So we did. After some time she found a cat in the neighborhood and finally brought it into the house. Sixty four days later Chutney gave birth to four kittens. She planned to give them away, but I knew we had four more. One of the kittens did not make it and the other three just grew and grew, We thought there were problems as they just got bigger and bigger. Finally we figured out that we were the proud grandparents of three Maine Coons. Great animals, the loves of our lives. It has been some time since the last passed after eighteen years with us. We now have six, Jack, so names so we could tell people we know Jack, he is the oldest, Next is Lilly who picked us when we were at the vet taking care of Phillup, one of the Maine Coons. She is allowing me to sit in her chair as I type this. From the local Humane Society we have gotten, Snoopy, who has to know what is happening all the time, Tigger, Snoopy's buddy (bonded pair) from the Society. Mattie, a blue russian, who will not let an evening go without making sure I am settled in bed and have a friend to pet. Lastly Baxter is the youngest and brings energy to the group, he has taught us all to play and chase things. I love every one of these creatures who has shared their lives with us, they have given so much and asked for so little. May many more come to us.