Your words were most kind.

My dad, who grew up on a dairy farm and only though to cats as useful in keeping down the mice, has come to first respect then to love them.

The last few years Cally was often seen lying on his lap hours at a time. He was loath to move and upset her.

She was even prettier when she was healthy. So far her brother is fine.

They may be just *stupid animals* to many.

But WE know better. They are like children or is it we are their children?

IMHO how you treat your animal family is a reflection on how you treat other people.

As to Cally and faith... Well she was white, brown and black furred so she likely worshipped both Ceiling and Basement cat. Rusty as a tabby with white markings is thus a chaotic good?

-- GRIN --

Though when she was younger she worshipped the top of our freezer as it has top and side radiator panels and the top was right by a heat duct.

Toasty cat heaven a good six feet up or more. Jumped up to an old sewing machine table then up to the freezer. Also used to spent a lot of time in a covered basement window well we rigged a cat flap in. A sort of three season enclosed cat porch. A few layers of closed cell foam, bubble wrap and an old throw rug and she was quite happy as were other cats we had this for.

Even in her dotage and half her brothers size SHE usually got first choice on chairs and other resting places.

Never underestimate a petite woman of any species.

John in Wauwatosa