Benjamin Burt adopted us when he was 5 weeks old. He lived under a hedge with 5 other siblings. We lived in an apartment complex (corporate apt. – no pets allowed) three stories above the hedge, but when I saw him dancing below, I went down to investigate. He immediately danced into my lap and with his and my husband’s help, we ended up with handfuls of 5 tiny kittens. In the long run, three siblings adopted us. Years later, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. After my surgery, Benjamin Burt spent most of his days and nights resting beside me purring. Then I had a stroke. This time he not only purred constantly, he head-bumped me day and night. Cat therapy? Oh yeah!