A couple of weeks ago our cat, Willie, passed away and we buried him in the back garden.
So a few days later we went to the local shelter and found not one, but two new furry friends:
Natasha, the black kitten, is 5 months old and quite the pouncy little rascal! I have caught her climbing up in the Christmas tree twice. Katerina is 3 years old, has a magnificent purr and loves to cuddle. They get along great together.
We still miss our old yellow boy, but the new kitties are helping to heal our hearts.