Clancy had come into my life by default. Being aware of my love for cats, my niece, Carol, had called me. Matter of fact as always, she said, “I have a six-week old kitten for you. Can you pick him up, or would you like me to bring him to you?” My journey with Clancy began the moment Carol placed this tiny, Lilac-Point Siamese kitten into my outstretched hands. He was to me, a family member. He was the four-footed variety but loved as much as any of us. …