Our 19 year old Farrel Cat, Sissy

Sissy stalks me when I come home until I sit down at the desk...then she weazles herself on to desk then oozes onto my lap where she purrs and drools to her hearts content! Silly Billy! She was born under a bush out in the country in the dead of Wisconsin winter with wind chills below zero. We adopted her when she was 6 weeks old with her brother, Bob. She was raised by our lab so she has always had a bit of an identity crisis. She is the one who experienced "empty nest syndrome" when the kids moved out and the dog died. She took on the dog's position in the hallway and at the table. She is the one who nudges open the bathroom door and begs for attention. She takes what she can get and that is me. I know that I am second best but I am happy for whatever attention I can get from her. We are both content with each other and our "second best" attention.