My DH and I moved to a small farm with about 3 outbuildings. We were looking into one of them to help DD decorate for the Fall at her job when kittens were found. There were 4 that were found immediately. only 2 survived the next night. They were less than 10 days old-- eyes were not open yet. One was a tuxedo male with four white feet and 3 white hairs on the tip of his tail. The other was a blackish tuourtoise shell female. Boots and Mokey (short for Monkey as she looked like a spider monkey to look at her face). Boots had no idea he was a cat. He answered the door bell as visitors came. Sat next to the arm of the couch, and would lay down with his front paws on the arm and his butt on the seat. He was very personable, very laid back. Played well with kids. His sister, Mokey was the opposite. Very hissy, grumbled under breathe as she darted out of rooms when the door bell rang. Cleaned the litter box after Boots everytime he went!! Ha! She ruled. She ruled even the dog! Later when she was the only cat and about 12, we got another rescue dog to fill the void of a lost one. He was a Red Bone Coon Hound, weighed about 100 lbs. "Red". Well Red would look out of the loft window and then turn to come down the stairs. Then he would freeze and there with her back to him was Mokey at the bottom of the stairs. Red would whine, cry; but he would not bark as Mokey would hiss-growl at him with her evil eye stare if he did. She had him treed on the stairs. We couldn't help but laugh. This happened about eveyday for 4 years. They both got cancer and died 4 months apart, first Red then Mokey. Pets add so much to our lives.