Yesterday, I parted company with the furry horde. They were big enough for surgery, and there was room on the ARL adoption floor, so I took them in. Those were the friendliest animals I have ever had the pleasure of living with. In our time together I watched them develop their individual personalities and double in size: Bengal - the feisty little girl with a passion for licking (and biting), Fabio - the tiny little boy who wouldn't eat until we put out the dry food, "Fat" Tony - with his pretty blue-rimmed eyes and his eat-anything lifestyle, Mae West - who's lust for affection and play goes unsurpassed, and Ziggy Stardust - from reserved outsider to insistent snuggler and kitty wrestling king. As it started, so it ends, in a kitty pile.