Flicka was a rescue kitty. She was homeless living on my friends' patio trying to survive the best she could. When I first saw Flicka, she was dirty, skinny (weighed 7 pounds) and the sweetest kitty I had ever met. We didn't know her real name, and didn't know how old she was, but after going through the proper Humane Society lost kitty procedure, she came home with me. Flicka lived for 10 more years, and was the queen of the house. She was very sensitive towards my feelings, and always ended up in my lap with a concerned expression if I laughed too loud or was upset by something. She is buried in my backyard, and I talk to her every day. I will never find another cat like this one. She was a real treasure, and will be missed.

Connie A.