I found Shasta at Friends of Cats in Lakeside, CA June of 94. When I sat on the floor of the kitten cattery, he was the first one to walk right up to me as if he had been waiting for me to arrive. He climbed up on to my lap and immediately a loud, almost brassy purr erupted from this tiny kitten that could fit on the palm of my hand. There was no doubt but that we had each found our other half. Shasta lived to be almost 16. Not a day went by without his loud purr blessing my day, even up to the final moment of his last breath. I miss him he was my true friend.
Laura RedhawkHatfield, PA
