When my dear Perkins passed away immediatley I wanted to adopt a new cat, but my Mom didn't want to rush things so we waited. As time went on I began to miss my boy so so much and knew he could never be replaced and I didn't know if I could ever love another like I loved him so I began to drift away from the idea of getting a new cat.

Then the day after my 17th birthday (a month and a half after Perkins died) our next door neighbor came over with some photos of her Grand-daughter's cat, Squeekers. She needed to rehome her and immediatley thought of us, knowing we had lost our boy. I looked threw the pics and thought how beautiful she was... but it scared me to think of owning any other cat. They gave me a few minutes to decide. As I looked at these pictures over and over again something hit me and I knew I had to get her... and I said yes, it was the best decision of my life.

You'll know when the time is right.

So sorry to hear about poor sweet Magoo.