One fur baby came to me when my daughter was two years old, and our neighbor said she had a present for us. The present turned out to be a little calico kitten, named Callie. We kept her for eleven years, then she succumbed to cancer. Our next one came from a co-worker who swore that Nallah was one of the dumbest cats she ever saw, and wanted to get rid of her. So I came to the coworkers house and Nallah was lounging on the back of a sofa. When she saw me, she rose and placed her two front paws on my chest and meowed. I gathered her into my arms and said, Okay, she's coming home with me! I only had Nallah for about three years, because I had to move out of state,so I gave her to a very good friend who found a home for her with an very lonely elderly woman who wept with joy when Nallah was brought to her. Then there was Avalon, whom I was adopted by when I entered the pound, lol. Avalon blessed my life for fourteen years, before I had to send her to the rainbow bridge.