At the same time we were looking at Bo, we were attracted to another fuzzy lady in the free-roam room. Lacy, a long-haired tortoishell also came over to extend greetings when we were contemplating Bo. She had been in the back area almost as long as Bo. After our first visit with Bo, we discussed the possibility of bringing Lacy home with us as well.

Our reasoning was that, first cats almost always seem to live better together in even numbers, and Bo and Lacy having been together, might integrate better if they weren't separated. So much for plans.

We brought Lacy with us as well. She remained the polite and impeccable little lady she had portrayed herself to be, but struck out industriously on her own. She and Bo were apparently nothing more than bunk mates, having never gotten close. And she came with some baggage. Unfortunately, she has some bathroom problems, but nothing so severe that we can't deal with it. Let's just say, we've learned to cater to her a little bit by keeping the litterbox meticulously clean. She's our fuzzy fussbudget.

In the months that she's been here, she has firmly established her position in the family. She has her sleeping spot, her lounging spot, HER litterbox, and her own feeding schedule. In compensation for HER possessiveness she has added an enthusiasm to everything she does. She now plays with Two Tone with a bounding that entices him into long games of chase. She bounces to the food bowl, insisting that I watch and coax her as she eats. And through it all is a powerful purr that comes on at the slightest amount of enjoyment.

Lacy herself has become more energetic, especially when running to the food bowl. Last of all, and most enjoyable, she loves her brushings (except for her tummy), and it is completely wonderful to pet her with that soft fur.

We finally have a longhair sweetie enjoying our company. And we completely enjoy hers.