In early November our sweet cat, Rosemary Blue, died in her sleep. She was 19 years old and had been us for 18 years. The house was too quiet without her. I began looking for a pair of kitties to bring home and met several at MEOW late on a Friday. By the time my husband and I arrived on Saturday, the two I wanted him to meet had already been adopted. Then we met Max (now Pepper) and Dash (now Toshiro). Though we’d wanted a girl and a boy, or two girls, these two baby boys won us over. During our visit, I had one kitty curled up in my lap and purring and the other curled right next to me. I didn’t even want to put them back in their cage to look at other cats, because there were other people at the shelter looking to adopt and I didn’t want them to go home with anyone else! Pepper and Toshiro have been with us for a little over a month. Toshi is a love, purrs if you as much as look at him and wrestles with his brother, as if to say, I … am going to (kick) … lick (roll) … your ears. He’s growing fast, into a big, lanky cat. Favorite toys: feather teasers and rattly, sisal mice. Pepper is a little shy but a little love if he knows you. Has a favorite spot on the couch back. He’s fascinated by paper bags, the sisal mice and the hummingbirds at the feeder outside our window. I’m so happy we brought both home. They are a great joy. Best regards, Joan and Doug Wolfe