It’s the dream of every cat to live the “Life of Riley,” but when that ends, it sometimes makes it a challenge to adapt to the changes. That’s what happened to my housemates, Fricker, Foophus, Daisy Mae, and me when my young dad died unexpectedly and there was no one to take us in. His mom said that although we’d lived “sheltered and spoiled” lives, we were very nice gentle cats who were just happy spending our days with each other and our person. I’m a lovely 6-year-old calico lady (who needs to shed a few pounds!), and although I know that I’ll never really “replace” my dad, there’s going to be a wonderful new someone who’ll let me enjoy the “good life” all over again!