Ari was 13 at the time she was adopted with her older sister Thanksgiving eve, 2015. For being an “old” girl, she was joyful at discovering the backyard, getting to sleep in heated cat bed(s), on the sofa back (and patio, couch, grass) in the sun, on (and occasionally in) the bed with me, wet food twice a day, laser lights, tiny toy mice, and the cat nip Christmas sock. I’ll cherish those memories (but not forgetting a few bad times). Thank you for your company; miss you; love you.