My Cats

    My cats have been very important to me. To say that they have helped to make my life richer is an understatement.
Chase Bird
My husband and I have one cat now. When we got married over 10 years ago, he had two, Thunder Cat and Samantha. I had one, Waddles. We blended our family of cats, and then we added another, Chase Bird.
Chase Bird is about 8 years old—the vet couldn’t tell us his exact age when he came to live with us. He’s a gray tabby. Chase loves to run and jump, but he also loves to sit on our laps. He is very affectionate and a smart boy.

Three of our cats have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge.

Our Sam was a black and white short hair kitty. She was 17 years old when she passed away on Oct. 8, 2013.  Sam was charming, affectionate, and strong-willed. She learned at least 37 different ways to wake us up in the morning, including stretching out on my stomach and staring at me.


Waddles died on Oct. 13, 2011, at the age of 21. I shared her life for 11 and a half years, and they were precious years. She was the first animal that I was totally responsible for. Taking on that responsibility changed me for the better. I learned the joys and love that come from taking care of another life.

Thunder Cat

Thunder Cat died on Feb. 12, 2009. He was 15 years old. He was a beautiful, stately boy with luxuriant gray fur. My husband adopted him when he was about one year old. Thunder was fierce and loyal and loving.

My kitties have inspired me to advocate for the welfare of other cats and all animals.