Our sweet girl, Trey, strayed into our lives when she was seven months old while we still lived in Alaska. She stayed almost seventeen years. Trey and I had a very special bond. I do believe we understood each other. She had so many different sounds which all meant different things. I believe it was very much her own way of talking. She was obedient, forgiving, and loving, and taught both Ron and I much about life and loving during her short time with us.  The last two years Trey had special needs so we faithfully gave her a bath weekly because she couldn't clean herself anymore. She never lost her radiance or charm...a good kitty even though her prolonged arthritic condition.