Years ago my older sister would tease me and ask her children, "Now, which one of you is going to take care of Auntie when she's 80 years old and has 100 cats?" The eldest, Meagan, also an animal lover was the only one to pipe up. Something I won't forget when drafting my will!
We adopted Bilbo in San Francisco when he was a year old. He traveled with us in the plane to Paris and didn't make a peep or a pee. He's the sweetest little cat and I would be so sad if anything happened to him. I'm the first one to admit that I'm a crazy cat lady! But even my craziness has its limits.
Fred is craaaaazzzzzzy! He's convinced one of our neighbors is trying to lure Bilbo from our garden by making "here, kitty kitty" noises en français. He tried to i.d. the catnapper’s location in the event he needs to file a police report later and, as I write this, I can hear him lecturing Bilbo about the dangers of talking to strangers.
He even taught Bilbo how to play dead.