I got my cat Angel in front of a Denver grocery store in the fall of 1998, and named her Angel on the spot because she was so sweet and purred as soon as the young woman took her out of the cardboard box and handed her to me. She is a dear in so many ways. She has a quirky behavior that cracks me up...she MUST sleep on or in ANY new object that enters the home or yard it seems. And since I am a dumpster diving packrat, that means she gets to do it often. Here are a photos of Angel all blissed out. enjoy, John
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