Thanks, Mary. I like cats, too, and I once was so afraid of them that I felt like jumping out of my skin whenever one came near. Then, one day - and I was in my 40s - that's how long I carried that fear from a childhood bad experience that my brain repressed so I didn't know the reason for it - a mother cat left 4 babies only about 4 weeks old where I worked. I can remember looking at the mother cat as she looked at me from a distance and reaching down slowly towards her kittens watching her reaction. She looked at me and ran off. She was a stray. She was skinny. I saw that she couldn't feed them and did what I could do to help her babies who were too vulnerable where they were to survive the night. What I didn't expect was that I would end up with all four of them in my house and in caring for them overcame whatever it was in me that became like a phobia for me. I love that you have shared this story and that you have invited Bella to come in and stay awhile with you. Glad you are here, too.