This winter we lost our elder cat, Herry, to spinal cancer. We were heartbroken… and still are. So we were going to give outselves time to grieve and wait on adopting another cat. But our younger tabby cat named Oliver started to come unglued. He grew restless, cried constantly and wouldn’t settle. So we took the plunge and rescued another cat, a handsome 2-year-old with striking amber eyes and a silver coat. We named him Sterling. He really loves Oliver, who has calmed down a lot. And now our house has four souls in it again, and our laps are rarely empty.