We adopted Ignatz as a playful, black and white kitten.  She loved to play on the curtains and would climb them, paw over paw, like a little sailor.  Once upon the curtain rod she would change directions in the middle of the rod in an act so funny that we would laugh for hours!



Ignatz grew into an intelligent, loving cat.  She was quiet and dignified. I am convinced that had she been human she would have been a well noted author.  She was that kind of cat.



She loved to sit between conversing humans, looking from one to the other, as they talked.  One would swear she understood every word.  She never got tired and would listen for hours. 



I remember her stretching her paws out to be picked up like a child.  Then she would climb up to my shoulder, stretch out her paws and make herself comfortable in the closeness and warmth.  



We miss her so much.