On a cold rainy day in 2005 I looked out our kitchen and saw a shivering cat with its nose pressed against our sliding door. My wife said "don't feed it or it will never go away". So I fed it. The next day while my wife was sitting on a chair in the yard the cat returned and hopped up on my wife's lap. The cat who we named Fluffy had some medical problems so we took him to Haigh veterinary in Shelton Wa.(who eventually became such good friends with Fluffy that when he died they were heartbroken and sent you a donation In Fluffy's name). Any how Fluffy got to be known all over town, people at the senior center and friends around town would ask "How is Fluffy Today?" Well Fluffy died Oct. 21, the day before my 80th Birthday.