In 2009 we were celebrating our first Hanukkah when we heard a wailing noise on the front porch. “What is THAT?” we asked each other. We all went out onto the front porch. Suddenly, a tiny bit of fluff climbed up my leg and into our hearts. Of course, we kept him! I wanted to give him a Hanukkah name, but EJ chose to call him Little Bear because he looked like a little bear cub and his paws were like bear paws.
Little Bear is very loving. When he wants attention, he makes a squeaking noise and reaches up my legs like a little toddler wanting to be picked up.
Aww! How cute is that?! The girls would love your cats. I think they too will be cat ladies like yourself. 🙂