I’ve always been a cat person. It’s hard to imagine life without them. Three seems to be the magic number for my house and when I lost Andrew to a probable cancer the world was off axis. My 2 female cats Pandora and Phoebe felt it too. Andrew left big paw prints to fill, but I knew the best medicine would be to give another boy a happy home. Thankfully we found CARE and Louie—a handsome orange and white creamsicle. It’s only been a few weeks but I already love him dearly. He eats like a horse, squeaks instead of meows, chases the girls around the house and snuggles me at night. Life is good again.