By Carole Brow ~

If you knew James at all, you knew that he was a cat person. Over the years we have been the staff to over 3 dozen cats, each of which was loved and pampered by James.  For example, “his” cat Squeaker was a People-Cat who hated (I mean, really hated!) other cats.  As a result, she had to be sequestered so we didn’t have WW III every time she came face to face with another of our cats.  That meant that she lived in his home office where she had her own food, water, litter box, comfortable recliner, and James.  He even built her a balcony outside the window so she could nap outside on warm days.  With a river view…

In December 2010, we adopted a kitten named Mittens just before I needed to leave for Utah to be with my Mom who was in failing health. So James had the privilege of taking care of her full-time.  Because she was so tiny, she lived in James’ office where James could protect her from the other cats who might harm her.

James had a special place in his heart for our kitties when they were getting older and were having health problems.  He put up with a lot from them.