I'm a cat lover from a very young age. My father always said that he hated cats. Yet he was the first one to bring home a small kitten on a cold and rainy New England night. My twin sister and I were six years old and fell instantly in love with little Blacky. Sadly, he passed away in a very short time. Even at such a young age, I knew that I was attached to cats in a very deep way. I swore to always rescue them, no matter what. During my 63 years, I'm proud to say that I've saved many lives. I have experienced great love and suffered great loss at each passing. There have been many regrets along the way as well. When I retired in 2012, I had only one black kitty left in my life who passed away at 20 years old in 2014. Her passing affected me deeply, and I vowed never to adopt another cat because I was tired of the heartache. Then two years later, I saw Pansy's photo on facebook. She was blind and living at a sanctuary inside a cage because she didn't play well with others. Something in my heart came alive again and I just knew she needed me as much as I needed her. So I adopted her and have never regretted it. I never had a blind cat before and didn't know what to expect. She is amazing and the best cat to ever grace my life. She runs, jumps, and navigates our 3 level condo without any issues. She always finds her litter box and never jumps on things she shouldn't. Her only annoying habit is to bite my hair to wake me up at 3:30 in the morning. Otherwise she is a delight and has taught me that being blind is not a handicap. One of my furry friends on FB tells me that a blind cat is not disabled, they are differently abled. They see with their heart. I heartily agree.