::: Only because, as with every Greek tragedy, I need a break ... a breath of fresh air ... it's all getting way too serious. And yes, my cat NADJA is a total darling and has begun to take over my bed at night. Last night she was lying four sheets to the wind, flat on her back, watching me, as I was lay there with her, reading a book. I have even heard Nadja talking, after two years of silence. Yes, talking. Cat talk. She wasn't talking to me, but I heard her calling. Once in awhile she'll come up to me and ask me something. Another thing she likes to do when we are in bed together is these little "Nadja kisses"...she will grab a finger give me a tiny bite, very tiny. She bites. Gently. She's much too small to have big teeth. I suppose she could chow down on my hand if she wanted to. I have concluded that this activity is her idea of a "Nadja kiss". I have also taught her one little trick. Okay it wouldn't impress you, but it does me. Particularly that I haven't spent five minutes teaching any dog, let alone any cats any tricks at all. I admire people who do. But Nadja had a "secret" talent for learning apparently when I had thought she wasn't the brightest thing on four legs. She's quite the girl. We are going through this delayed bonding routine. It's getting tight. First thing you know it's going to be "under the blankies". I've actually caught her sleeping on my bed, and even my pillow when I wasn't even in there. You might think that's no big deal, but it is. For her. When 22 lb Laddie was alive, 6 lb Nadja felt rather overwhelmed by the size of her housemate. Those two played together but not that often. Laddie wanted to, Nadja didn't. She liked to charge him, preferably when he was fast asleep. Hence her nickname: Sneaky Pie Jones. She has never been able to jump up on anything as high as, let's say, a kitchen counter. She couldn't jump up on a table unless there was a chair, or something much lower where she can make her way up by herself. I bought her a fancy cat tree/house...waste of money...she can't use it. I have never owned such a small cat. I have never seen such a tiny cat. Most of her is hair. Under it all, there's not much. Nor was Nadja the runt of her litter. I saw her litter mates. They were all the same size, boys and girls. Through a lot of Online research, I learn that Nadja is a Miniature White Flamepoint Himmylayan Persian. As far as I am concerned, Nadja is PERFECT. In every way. PERFECT. She's cute, she's pretty, she's sweet, she's affectionate, she's quiet, she's well behaved, not at all fussy, she has the most wonderful blue, blue eyes, her hair is like soft silk, grooming her takes all of ten minutes, compared to the 4 hour long sessions I had grooming Laddie, what the heck - she is PERFECT. And I am growing very fond of the girl. Good thing, because she is taking to me as well. In six more months I'll have myself a Velcro Cat. :::