This is so sweet! I LOVE Teddy Bear already. We’ve always rescued our kitties from various places — sometimes rescue groups, probably more often from the outdoors. I had one baby, Leo, who literally jumped into my arms outside of a restaurant. Someone must have just dumped him there. I think he was living out of the trash cans. For the rest of his life, he had an utter terror of the trash truck on Wednesdays. We’ve got all four of ours (pretty) well-trained to come to the treat can (we put the treats in a metal canister that makes a lot of noise). I do have one little stinker, wild child (the one in the orange tree picture, which you commented on) who will often hear the treat can though, and then run the other direction. I’ve had to learn to be sneaky with her. I’ll play with her brother with tissue paper or a good toy inside, and she can’t resist. They make our lives so much better, don’t they?