When our nest emptied out a few years ago, we managed to navigate the transition pretty well, until first, our 18 year old cat died and soon thereafter, our beloved 17 year old Golden Retriever joined her. The house was suddenly uncomfortably quiet. I made it about six months before I knew we had to get a kitten. Instantly, the energy in the house picked up – thereʼs nothing like a little fluff ball scurrying around to give you a great laugh! I taught her to fetch (no kidding) and she even joined us on walks down the road! And now, six years later, she sleeps on the back of the couch, mysteriously balanced, suspended in deep cat sleep, right down to twitching whiskers. I wonder what sheʼs dreaming about?