Cheshire has made me feel like the luckiest person in the world. She was originally one of my foster kitties, but I quickly realized that I could not part with her (as the thought made me cry). I immediately adopted her without any hesitations and I have not looked back in the year and a half I've had her. She is the best bed buddy, great mouser (or insect catcher since we have no mice), and she has been an excellent role model for other foster cats.

Black is the new lucky, and I am lucky to have my mum. Except for nail trim days, but she gives me lots of wet food as incentive. It can't be all bad when wet food is involved.