What’s a captain without a couple of trusty co-pilots?
First, there’s my girl, thirteen year old Tabitha who has followed me on many adventures since I brought her home in December of 2000. Her name came to me as I went to pick her up. It just seemed to suit a black cat and I couldn’t stand the name she’d been given, Gorgeous (even if she is!). She was a replacement for the first cat I’d adopted from the Humane Society, who had died of undiagnosed feline leukemia two months after I brought her home. Tabitha had been born there, at the shelter, and deemed unadoptable because of her coat colour. I had no problem with it. When I went to visit her for the first time, she leapt right into my arms (and my heart), and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
Then, there’s my boy, eleven year old Neelix for whom this is the first adventure. He came to live with us in July of 2007. I’d gone to the Humane Society with a positively unrealistic list of requirements for a second cat. Perhaps I was trying to talk myself out of bringing a second puss home when I’d already failed miserably at the two cat household thing. But there was Neelix, meeting every single one of the requirements on that list, including having a name I could tolerate. I’m a Star Trek fan (fan of most sci-fi, if you haven’t already guessed!), so I saw the name as a sign that he was the right cat for us. He is, and I am so very glad that I brought him home. He makes us a family.Share on Facebook