No,  I haven' t added a new cat to my already full household.  I just want
to mark the 17th anniversary of the day I brought Panther and the late
Isadora home as 8 week old bitties. Thus I embarked on my ailurophilic
adventure that I've enjoyed tremendously.  =o)  Since I didn't know what
their respective birthdays were, we celebrated Adoption Day, June 3,
instead.

It was funny, at the shelter, Pan climbed right into my lap and started to
purr and wash my face.  I figured he was one kitten who really knew what
side his bread was buttered on. Isadora was the shy one, and the first thing
she did when I got them home and out of their carrier was to run and hide in
the closet. But she turned out to be the friendly one, or at least the
assertive one, and Panther has always been more shy and retiring.  One of
the first things Pan did that first day was to get himself stuck under the
refrigerator, and it took me several minutes to discover where his
frightened little mews were coming from. I successfully got him out of
there--I can't remember how--but I was so frantic, I was ready to try
lifting that refrigerator up off my helpless little baby. =o)

So Congratulations dear Pan. I hope we'll celebrate year eighteen at this
time in 2006.

Melissa