One year ago today, a half-Siamese/half Scottish Fold then in foster care came home to live with me. I'm not sure how anyone could give the little guy up, but I'm glad they did. I was told then that if I wanted a friendly, affectionate cat this probably wasn't the one, and indeed when I first brought Art home, he spent much of his time cowering under the bed and/or avoiding me. But, what a difference a year makes: as I write this, Art is sitting contentedly on my lap, and he rarely leaves my side. Thanks for making my life a little better, my furry friend.