All I can say is that it is a good thing that Mimi and Butter were with me before I met Scott! He claims that he is allergic and he fusses about them, but deep down, I think he loves Butter's spirit, and he knows what Mimi means to me since she has been with me for so long. They aren't going anywhere, but I would dare not broach the subject of adding a 3rd right now. Our house is bursting at the seams with dogs, cats, birds and skinkids as it is!!!

My dad wasn't a "cat" guy either, but my sister loves cats. And when I was seven, and she 11, she begged and begged. In fact, I begged with her, to let us keep a 3 week old kitten that one of our friends had. The mama cat was a stray who showed up at this lady's house, with just the one kitten. Mama Cat died, and thankfully, my dad gave in and let Tigger come to live with us. Tigger lived 18 years, long after my sister and I had moved out and gotten married. In the final years of his life, it was my dad who made sure he was fed, lifted him up to the counter, which he could no longer jump to, and found him forever asleep in his favorite basket, and buried him in the garden. They've never had another cat, but in the end, Tigger brought beautiful and some funny memories to my family. I miss him, all these years later.