“I said, have you ever thought about therapy?”

I must have been hallucinating. Three years of owning Mr. Meowgly and not once had I had any problems. Seriously, he was a great cat. Even let me leash-walk him through the park some days. But where he really shone through was in the listening department. And now here I was, laying in my Ikea-furnished room, staring at my lovely Tabby boy and hearing...

Callie had always been there for me. After mom and dad got in that wreck, I didn’t have anyone left. I was alone, and scared about what was going to happen next. I thought it was all over. Then Callie showed up at my door.

She’s a very fluffy calico cat. Black, white, and a golden orange color spot her fur. She’s very elegant, and very playful. And.......she listens. I know, that sound...

After my family died I never had much thought to what I would do. The days dragged on and nights and I realized I didn’t have a soul to talk to anymore. Animals have always been my connection to the world and they make me happy. I went to the shelter one day and there she was, a Siamese, beautiful she came over to the cage and meowed and tried to lick my fingers. I knew then I found a best friend....