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Barb - When my love moved out of state, I spent countless hours sitting on the sofa,, crying. My cat would come up and nuzzle me and occasionally would stand up on his hind feet (he weighs 17 lbs., so that is quite a feat), and lick my face. He grieved with me. Then I took my aunt's cat in while she recuperated from a heart attack, and he stayed completely away from me. I guess he was pouting. When she picked up her cat, he wouldn't leave me alone. Now he follows me around like a puppy. When I sit, he's right beside me, when I cook, he's right on his stool, watching. Anyone who thinks animals don't have feelings, should be shot at sunrise. Jo Ann ---------------------------------------------------------------------- To sign-off Parkinsn send a message to: mailto:[log in to unmask] In the body of the message put: signoff parkinsn