How would we ever get through the tough times without our fuzzybuddies? When my Mom was in hospice, I went up to see her every Saturday with a sense of fear because I didn't know what to expect when I got there. When it came time to leave I felt even worse not knowing if there would be another visit. Mike and I got scared every time the phone rang.

Groucho knew things weren't right. When I'd get home he would be the ultimate velcro kitty. He would jump right up and snuggle, purr, give me kitty kisses, and follow me all over the house. Very often he would look up at me, the look on his sweet little face said he knew Soncat and I were hurting. When Mom passed, Groucho wiped my tears away with his paw and stayed very close. Groucho and Mom never met, but Mom asked for his picture and proudly displayed it in her room.

And there are people who wonder why we love our cats?