Eleven years ago, my husband and I discovered a homeless, skinny, very hungry and scared red tabby cat, hiding in a storm drain near our house. We coaxed her out and gave her food, water, and a soft towel on which to curl up, on our porch. Since we already had two cats, we decided we would take her for shots and a check-up before we brought her into our home. Chip, as we called her, had different plans. That night she found our pet door, invited herself in, walked down the hall to our bedroom, jumped up onto our bed, and curled up into a comfortable little fuzzy red ball, between our heads. For eleven years she slept in that same spot every night. Chip was finally home.

Bert And Nina D.