Logan was our Jewish cat. He would not eat ham or pork. He loved to sit in his Mama's lap and listen to her sing. For some strange reason, his favorite song was 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot'. Go figure. He left us quietly one afternoon after a single little breath. He is truly missed.

Big Head ate anything and loved to stand on his tippy-toes to drink from the birdbath. His favorite pasttime was trying to sneak out of the kitchen door and Making Biscuits on Buddha Belly's tummy. On one of his successful escapes from the kitchen, he contracted Feline Aids from a neighborhood stray. He is buried alongside Brownie, Garfield, Nicky and Widget beneath the weeping willow.

Chelsea was originally Pete and Lisa's until Preston came along. We then inherited her and her rotten disposition. She once gave Buddha Belly cat-scratch fever. She definitely earned her nickname. She left us the day after Munchkin did. It was a terrible two days for us. She and Munchkin are buried side by side.

Dasher is the only cat we know who has no balance whatsoever. He has the annoying habit of sitting outside our bedroom door and when Buddha Belly gets amorous, Dash will yell at the top of his lungs. Obviously, he's lookin' out for his Mama! The next morning, he will ignore us both. NOTE: When Tom passed away, Dasher would not go anywhere near our bedroom door. He would howl at times while staring into space. It took to wanting to go outside although he was a dedicated indoor cat. He would sit in the middle of the yard and watch the house. Finally after the anniversary of Tom's passing, Dasher finally was able to go stand by our bedroom door. Now, he will go in as long as I am with him. Although he used to, he will not hop up on our bed nor will he sit in Tom's chair. At times I find him staring at the spot by the breakfast room where Tom often stood every morning. Every once and a while, he will make a very low, mournful whimper then go lay down beside Tom's chair. Don't tell me animals don't sense the dead.

I am saddened to say this lovely left us but Bitsy was the sweetest, dearest little thing. She loved her Mama and loved to lay on her Mama's chest and pat Mama's cheeks from time to time. The other felines picked on her because she was so humble. Bitsy loved to watch Animal Planet's Funniest Animals. She is dearly missed.

Onesie was a box lover. Give her a cardboard box (as small as possible for her to mold into) and she was in Seventh Heaven. In the class system in her home, she was Dasher's girlfriend. She had to have one paw 'draped' off the end of any chair in which she reclined. It was in her contract's job description. At the end of her life in 2010, after a long and I hope happy life, she had gone blind but she was still the sweetest little thing. The other cats would lead her where she needed to go.