We got Figaro along with his brother 16 years ago. They were each about 6 ounces, furry, helpless creatures with closed eyes and unable to eat or crawl. A veterinarian’s office knew that I took in helpless kitties, bottle fed them, cared for them and let them develop until ready to adopt out and contacted me. Figaro and his brother thrived and were bonded to each other. We weren’t intending to keep them, but didn’t want to break up the pair. When Figaro was 4, his brother died and we kept him. He needed our comfort and his other cat friends. As he has aged, he has been content and mellow. Amazingly, he has pulled through two difficult health issues in the past two and a half years. He initiates play, likes catnip, cuddling and curling up in any box or basket. He has brought me extended comfort as I grieve the recent loss of my two dogs.
– Peggy L. Gagliardi
