Cats are the perfect pet. You leave them alone; they leave you alone. Unless they are hungry, in which case, yours will glide between your ankles, purring that gentle “Feed me now or I'll swallow your breath as you sleep” type of purr. But a pet store? A neighbor's litter? That's promoting overpopulation, buddy. Instead, adopt the perfect pet relinquished by a previous owner to this nonprofit, “no-kill” shelter that was founded in 1968. Legend has it future humane officer C. Richard Calore was hunkered down in a foxhole in France during World War II when a kitty ambled up and helped to keep him warm overnight. (He knew it was a cat and not a fox because it gently purred, “Feed me now or I'll swallow your breath as you sleep.”) Calore vowed thereafter to help cats the rest of his days, and his widow, Gerri, carries on as vice president of public relations.
