I had adopted a small black and white cat, Lucille from the animal shelter in Coeur d'Alele, Idaho and she was loving and sweet. She disappeared some months later and after 2 weeks I saw a black and white cat that I thought was her on the edge of the woods. I live in the mountains of Northern Idaho and there's wildlife all around. A cat has to come a long way to get here through coyote, cougar and bobcat country. I soon realized that this new cat was much larger than Lucille and didn't come when I called. I put food and water out for him and soon he was coming closer to the house. He was flighty and if something scared him he appeared to glide or skip over the ground to get away, thus the name Skipper. He finally got brave enough to come inside and I was able to get him in to be neutered. The vet determined he was about a year old. He's 12 now, though he still plays like a kitten and weighs in at 15 #. He has relaxed a lot as you can see by the photo. He loves to wait outside the door when he knows one of the other cats will eventually come through then he jumps out to scare them. He makes us laugh regularly. You just can't beat a rescue animal for filling your life with love and light.

Susan