This is my cat Ayla. Actually, she is the second Ayla I have lived with. My first Ayla, a female yellow tabby, was truly my familiar; we had a bond that she shared with no one else except my Mom (similar smell? love of cats?). When she passed at 14 from complications from diabetes, I was devastated. A few months later a friend told me that there was a cat named Ayla at her vet who was up for adoption. It seemed like fate, and we have now been together for 10 years. she is a tiny cat--only 6 pounds--and still as playful as a kitten.

