I'm a pet person. I have 4 cats and 5 birds. My oldest cat is Caesar, who is 17 years old and was adopted from a local shelter when he was 8 weeks old. Apollo is almost 5 years old and is a Hurricane Katrina refugee. He was 12 weeks old when he came to my area after his first owners got him out of New Orleans with his siblings and left him at a shelter outside the city. A local cat shelter here went to Louisiana and brought back about 25 cats to be adopted who had lost their homes and owners in the hurricane. Apollo was adopted for about a year and then taken to the pound when his owner moved and wouldn't take him with her. He was a large, adult, solid black cat, which was practically a death sentence for him at the pound. But the shelter who brought him up from New Orleans got him back and then I adopted him. He's been with me almost 3 years now. The two youngest cats are Luke and Leia, a little over two years old. They were abandoned outside by their mother when they were only 5 weeks old and nearly died from the cold and no food. I took them in and raised them to be wonderful, healthy, and strong Jedi Twins. My birds are a cockatiel named Niobe and 4 parakeets named Trinity, Morpheus, Link, and Switch.
