When my beloved cat passed away a month and a half ago I was convinced I would never get another cat. She was exceptional and no cat could ever compare. I told myself that I'm not even a cat person, I love my dog and Zada was fluke. Well, I was wrong. Since Zada has been gone there has been a big hole in my life and my house, largely because I loved her and shared my life with her for so long, but also I just missed a feline presence. Just to try out my reaction I occasionally went to the local shelter websites to see if any cats appealed to me. Last week this little sweet one appeared on one of the sites, she was flown to Fairbanks from Nome, 9 months old, didn't like other cats and had all the dogs whipped. I went and met her yesterday and promptly brought her home. I don't think she has stopped purring for the past 24 hours and neither have I. I have christened her Mochi because she is like a puffy sweet rice treat, exactly what my aching heart needed.