By Laurence Cruz, California
My wife, Patty, and I called Kata our miracle cat. She was a unique blend of qualities packed into one tiny gray kitty. Kata was the nighttime neck-hugging, streetwise toast of our colorful Los Angeles neighborhood. She was also best buddies with Orange, a tough rescued tomcat with whom she agreed to share her home. But one day Kata left our lives.
By Linda Anderson, Minnesota
My husband, Allen, and I decided an older, mature cat would be the right fit for our family. We figured it would be easy to adopt a senior cat, since aging cats often languish in animal shelters and rescues.
By Harold Klemp
Generally people think of karma as something bad. They never think of it as possibly something good—for example, the three-year-old child who plays the piano brilliantly.