Here's Satyn in a box on Christmas day. We got her as a kitten, umpteen years ago (she's dead now). Adrian brought her home from the pet store one day. She didn't have permission to get a cat, as far as I know, and we already had a cat, named Yum Yum, but Dad seemed to take to her right away, and she to Dad, so we kept her. Satyn and I never had much of a relationship. For that matter, neither did Yum Yum and I. Tom and I have often considered getting a cat, but I didn't think I could like one enough to put up with the mess and the bother. That was until I met Baxter, an old cat who belongs to our neighbors (rollover). I'd take him in.