Lvpets2002,

I had a very dear friend, sort of an adoptive mom, who lived in East Dorset, VT. She was 96 years old and looked as though she was 70. Anyway, she was feeding her two cats, fell and hit her head. She always asked me what would happen to her two cats, who also happened to be my cat RB Mollie Rose's sister and mother, if something should happen to her.

I got a call from her daughter Bonnie with the bad news that Clare had passed away. Because my car is on it's last wheels, Bonnie agreed to rent me one so I'd be able to stay a few days with the cats to get acquainted and then bring them back to my house. I didn't realize how much I missed the Wilson House. The serenity, peacefulness, wonderful friends, great food. All that seemed a little moot without Clare's smile and warm personality.

But I'm happy to say that me staying in Clare's room with the cats while I was up there did alot of good. I have a feeling that pretty soon I'll be able to let them roam my bedroom before I throw them under the bus (the bus being MY 5 cats).