My best friend of 17 years, Kitty Ariel, had just died. My home echoed with silence. I went just to look. I saw a 6 month old, one day there and trembling. I asked to hold her, and she put her little arms around my neck and settled in. I was hers.She needed an older kitty to teach her. I held her toward Calli who immediately began to bathe her. One year later, they are bonded, and my house is filled with playing cats and my laughter. In many ways, they saved me.