You know how Frank Sinatra used to be called “old blue eyes”? Well, my sister, Angel, and I could well be called “old yellow eyes” (except that we’re not old at just one year!). Our mom had us since birth, and loved the dickens out of us, but when her health declined to the point that she needed help in her home, she simply couldn’t care for both of us, another cat (our mom), and her dogs too. Being teenagers, and still playful as all get out, she knew that we’d blend into another family in a jiffy. We got along great with her small dogs, but when the big ones visited, we made ourselves scarce, so a home with “little creatures” would be perfect for us. I’m betting yours would be just the ticket!