HOW IT HAPPENED:
A friend who runs a kennel posted pictures of kittens that were homeless and awaiting adoption. The grey tabby looked just like my dear Hobbes who, at 17, was nearing his end on this earth. I agreed to take him. When she arrived with him, she "happened to have" his brother, an orange tabby, with her. He would have been lonely if they were separated. Being a softie, I agreed to open our home to both kittens. The grey one became Mooch (for obvious reasons) and the orange one became Milo (from the movie Milo and Otis.) I have a debilitating pain syndrome called Trigeminal Neuralgia. Milo, the one I almost didn't take, senses my pain and lays on me where I hurt. He's my angel. They both are.