I haven't posted on this site in a long time. A lot has happened in the last few years. Our 18 year old cat, Shadow, died last March 20. She was mostly Burmese, and made a cat lover out of us both. We miss her; she was our first ever cat. She had a good life. She came to us dying, broken foot, crooked head, and full of ear mites, maybe five or six months old, and a skeletal two pounds.
I was allergic. She went from a box on the front porch, to the garage. to "just in the laundry room", to our laps, into our hearts. I got over the allergy. We treated the ear mites. Her foot healed, and in time her head got straight, so she no longer spiraled to one side when she jumped down. Her coat got shiny. She grew to almost ten pounds of sleek, beautiful grace. Life was good.

I never knew just how much you could come to love a cat. I do now.