I was born a cat lover and enjoyed their unique personalities and the joy and comfort they had brought me during difficult times. I wanted my children to have their own angel watching out for them and that special bond that only a pet can bring for themselves. Animal Rescue found us a 6 month old white cat that was well on the way to euthanasia. I could not believe that someone would treat an animal with such selfish disregard and would destroy a "pet" because it was no longer a kitten, especiallly a classy lady like this one. The caged amber eyed angora had stains down her face, mites, and the saddest forlorned look on her wee face. I adopted her and we named her Angel. She was not socialized with people properly and was very timid . During a follow up call with Animal Rescue I mentioned this concern with our 'case worker." Dorothy, an elderly cat lover, always had a kitten or two waiting for adoption, mewing into the telephone...told me..." All things in life....do better with love." We were patient with Angel and the children learned not to pursue her, but to wait for her to come to them. Soon, Angel was my daughters shadow, sleeping with her, waiting patiently for her outside the bathroom door. In the morning I had three sets of hungry eyes staring at me over the breakfast counter. Angel with her paws gingerly on the counter sitting up between my daughter and son. I am sure she thought she was human. The kids are mostly grown now and wee Angel is over 12 years old now and only has eyes for my new husband.....providing him with unconditional love......and a special bond.

Deborah
Grimsby, Canada