Now I have 2 cats.

Molly is a long-haired tortoise shell. She's a little shy at first, but warms up to strangers quickly.

Little One is a short-haired gray and white cat, who runs away and hides at the first sound of a stranger. It was years before she would even come near me. Now both of them cuddle up with me.

They were litter-mates and are approaching their 18th birthday at the beginning of May. I had their mother and brother, but they've both passed on.

I've always been frustrated because, they'll cuddle up beside me, but won't sleep on my lap. Finally, last night, Molly stepped down from the back of the sofa, and curled up on my chest. Yes!

They were born under my next-door neighbor's porch in our old neighborhood. We brought them inside, and they haven't been outside since (well Molly goes out to the driveway to chew grass, but only with a harness and leash on). Who knew it would end up being such a long commitment?

I haven't been travelling lately, because I don't want to leave them, but once they pass, I probably will take some trips before I adopt any more.

Maryanne