The last cat my parents had was named Annie. She was an inside/outside cat -- a tabby.

I never actually saw her -- except as a rapidly moving backend. She would have NOTHING to do with anyone but my parents.

But she became very affectionate -- with them -- in her old age. Particularly my father. She would sit at the foot of his easy chair and cry for him. He would sit in the chair and she would spend hours happily on his lap.

She lived about 16 years and kept the mice and chipmunks far away from the house all that time.

Happy Trails Sweet Annie!