I love this thread: I'm another cat worshipper.<P>I currently have two: Moriarty, who is 13 and a sort of Siamese. Very loud and talkative. He sleeps a lot these days, and I suppose he's getting on a bit. Last year he got really thin and drank loads and pee'd loads, and it turned out he has diabetes. So now he gets insulin jabs twice a day from yours truly, and has regained weight. He had a bit of a shock when I acquired the new one a few months ago...<P>The second is still a kitten, and was christened Mew by my son. She was about 10 days old, and stuck in the middle of a busy road at 8am. My son saw her first, and I ran out into the road before the lights changed. She got put into the basket on my bike, and accompanied my son to school with me, crying loudly (as only kittens can) all the way. She was so tiny and helpless, and although I tried to locate the mother, she wasn't around.<BR>Took her home, and fed her formula for weeks from a tiny bottle. My husband didn't want her, and we had a BIG row over it. We agreed she was to go and live in his mother's garden, with other strays that she feeds. She didn't.<BR>She is now a beautiful glossy black, yellow-eyed acrobat. She delights in strolling along the balcony rail (
) and rushing out the door when we come in or go out. She also likes to steal de-frosting meat form the kitchen top. She likes to lick after-sun cream from my husband's face, inexplicably. She attacks Moriarty for fun, amd he retaliates, because he wants to be calm and rest. Poor Moriarty, but he knows I still love him.<P>My husband, who didn't want us to keep Mew, plays with her, cuddles her and talks to her.<P>Small postscript: Years ago I found another cat, a little older and self-sufficient, but still young and probably abandoned. She was a glorious long-haired Tortoiseshell, and a bit feral: not cuddly. Dad christened her Nutty. When I left England for Italy she stayed with my parents and had a long and spoiled life until she, also, got thin and feeble and ill. My mother had the sad task of taking her to the vet, and sobbed down the phone to me that afternoon.<P>I am dreading having to do the same for Moriarty one day. <P>I would love to put up a pic or two of mine here, but don't know how.<P>Basheva, would you do it for me if I e-mail them (once the wretched computer is definitely 'clean' of course, not now)?