Once upon a time I had six cats and two cat doors; three were inside cats and three were outside cats. These were their names.
All but Macavity are buried in the back yard. Today I am down to my last cat, Wiccan. She is 15 years old. I hope she goes before we do because no on else would take her. She does not like to come inside. We bring her in only in bad weather. Daughter, who loves cats, would not take her because Wiccan does not like her and hisses if Daughter tries to come near her. Son would not take her as she does not play well with his two dogs when he visits.
WICCAN RESTING IN A FLOWER POT