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Susan, I hope all goes well with your adoption of the new tortie ... they hold a soft spot in my heart, having become enchanted by one as a child. Her name was Santa (odd, I know) and she used to love to hold court from the comfort of an antique chair, that featured a lovely, embroidered seat and back cushion. At the time, we couldn't have a cat in the house, due to my brother's allegies; in fact - I had to surrender a beautiful black tommer, named Velvet; he'd been mine only two weeks, when my brother's condition was diagnosed. I was at the age and of the mind that I'd sooner give up my brother than the cat; and though I know he didn't do it on purpose, a wee spot in my heart was unforgiving, because of the rank injustice of it all. We continued to have dogs, as long as they lived outdoors, but in my heart of hearts, I wanted a cat to tell my secrets to; to share my lap, while reading a book, and to keep cozy with, on cold winter nights. I finally got a tortie as an adult - her name was Abigail (Abbie, for short) - and though she's been gone for nearly two years, I still miss her.