She sponsors them, they don't live with her :)

Jill

Um.  I have no idea what I meant by first.  I think I meant, I'm glad
he had a very nice day before he got worse.

Now this is weird- Vinnie's distingushing feature if you remember was
his love of prawns. Now loving prawns is quite a comon cat attribute-
Fugazi and Isis could make making a prawn salad or sandwich a
minefield. Many mornings, I woke with that odd mixture of happiness
and fear that meant I'd treated myself to some prawns for my sandwich
at work (happiness- I love prawns as well!) but to make the sandwich I
would have to fight off the cats (the fear part)

Now Dunzi and Sarsi have never shown any interest whatsoever in prawns
when I fed them some as a treat when they were young they sniffed
them, gave me those "why are you trying to poison me?" looks and that
was the end of the matter. In fact with the exception of ham they're
not keen on Hoomin food

So last night, 24 hours after I got the news about Vinnie, we had a
Chinese as we normally do on a Friday (The week I have had I wanted to
celebrate the weekend!) and we had the house special rice (Wasn't very
good) for a change

Dunzi walked into the living room and jumped up on the arm of the sofa
and suddenly did her wide eyed cute look complete with the extra cute
head tilt as Dave was about to eat something. As the fork got nearer
his mouth, she gave that silent mew and her paw reached out. Plainly
what Dave was about to eat was what she wanted and this is a cat who
rarely begs (Sarsi never begs, she just looks at you in a way that
makes it clear "Eat that and face my wrath!")

You've guessed it, she was begging for a prawn! Dave put the orawn to
one side and gave it to her after he'd eaten. She watched that prawn
the whole time until it was given to her whereupon she devoured it
with enthusiasm, her first prawn!

Is the ghost of Vinnie telling her something?

Weird....still with cats you get used to weird

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Apprently he had been the adored pet of an old lady until he was 14-15
and she died and the fosterer took him in

He had a garden to lie in (fenced off so he couldn't get out), prawns,
a bed (theirs he claimed it for himself in the day) and I suspect a
lot of love from Joan who after all had him for just short of 4 years

He was either almost 18 or almost 19 when he crossed the Bridge so for
an FIV cat he had a good innings- I will mention him if anyone says
they couldn't take on an FIV cat because they might die young

(When I am older I plan to adopt older cats (If Bast will let me-She
has a way of sending cats to me!) and would have no problem with an
FIV cat- when we were catless we very nearly did adopt an FIV cat but
this woman I worked with had a stray with some unexpected kittens that
if she couldn't home them were going to a pet shop)

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs i.e. two of those unexpected kittens