It's a good thing that Mischa doesn't see the little fishy...
I know that everyone thinks his or her cat is the sweetest but in this case it is the truth. Mischa, pictured here is, as of Nov. 1997, 18 1/2 years old. She was born in our bedroom closet upstairs and is one of two cats surviving from the litter. Total number of cats born at that time was 4 -- Max, who died at age 2, Chiquita who died last year and who had lived with another family. She looked similar to Mischa. And Simon. He is still at home and living upstairs. I've got a separate page for him.
It's a good thing that Mischa doesn't see the little fishy...