I try to visit the kitties at our local ASPCA every few weeks to play with them. I know I just CANNOT bring home another baby (I've got 3 - my Bo came from the ASPCA) but I'm still drawn to them. I rejoice when a familiar face is missing (adopted) and my heart breaks when I see the same precious faces time and time again, waiting for someone to love them and take them home. I stopped by several days ago and was thrilled that a tuxedo boy with the loudest meow and the pinkest mouth I'd ever seen was finally gone after months - adopted into a new, loving home. He was really tugging at my heartstrings. It's so hard to walk away...