When my cat Bart died, I said to my wife I do not want another cat, I could not deal with it emotionally... I had rescued him as a too young kitten, half starved to death and very sick, and nurtured him back to health, he grew into a very large boy, grey and beautiful.
well, she had other thoughts and came one day with a skinny, frightened little girl named Mama Cass. I told her I would feed and care for her, but that was it!
Well, Stella, as I re-named her had other ideas, she liked being ignored, until she became comfortable in her new home...one day, out of the blue she jumped up on my lap and started "talking", she does this about twenty times a day now, and when my wife is home, she tells me that when I go outside, she talks the whole time till I come back into the house.
My dad had adopted several dogs over the years, the past few were older dogs who's owners had died on them. He used to say; old dogs are like a used car, sure they got some miles, but they still got a couple good years left...
Somebodies gotta love them.