I’m a pet lover. My family had pets—dogs and cats—as a child, but they were outdoors. We lived in the country and didn’t even take them to a vet. Thus, they weren’t the “family members” that many people consider their pets to be these days.

As an adult, I got my first kitten, “Kitty,” (original, I know!) after I bought my first house. Within a year, I had three cats. Over the past sixteen years, my cat total has ranged from three to a whopping, current SIX cats! In my defense, one was an adorable stray, an orange kitten demanding to join my household. She did, and little Trudy Jane became a darling addition. And the last one was a nearly 17-year-old cat who was blind in one eye. Prince Albert belonged to my dear old neighbor lady who passed away, leaving her old gray cat with no home.

I said all that to say that I’ve had some experience with these fabulous creatures, and I’ve come to know the advantages of having these exquisite cats in my life.



