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Alex became part of my family several years ago in Michigan. Adopted from a rescue shelter, she was kind of a loner but once she got used to you, she would grant you the priviledge of being in her company. When circumstances made me need to go live with friends for a bit, she went to my grandparents. It was funny at the time because my Grandma at first said no when I asked if she could come live for awhile, but just a little while later I got a call back saying it was ok. She just couldn't stand to tell one of her grandkids no. I saw her often until last November when I moved to Pittsburgh. I always heard from my Grandparents "guess what Alex did" when she did something cute, and "guess what your cat did" when she was a bit naughty. When I moved to my own place again in Michigan, I did not want to take her from the big old house with the huge yard and picture windows in which to sit and look at the birds, to bring her to a small apartment. She had found a home. I like to think she also helped make the house a little less empty for my Grandpa after my Grandmother's passing a few years ago. So there she stayed until her passing today. I will miss her. She was a good kitty.