1 My wife and I have lost three cats over the years. The first was Morris, or Pookie as my daughter renamed him. He was 15 when we inherited him. He lived with us for three years. He was followed by our two garage-sale sibs, Chicory (male) and Willow (female) a brother/sister pair. They stayed for five and six years until kidney failure took them one at a time. We now have a mother/daughter pair, Amber (a small tiger-stripped tabby) and her daughter Snowflake (a large pure-black cat weighing nearly fifteen pounds and not fat.)

A house without a pet, dog and/or cat, is a lonely house.