In part to combat our pigeon problem, and mostly for companionship, we brought home a tabby kitten from the animal shelter. (What a relief to find that it’s not a sad place to visit; I’d imagined it as much more poignant than it is, and the volunteers were wonderful.)
In keeping with Guava‘s name, and after consulting a food encyclopedia, we’ve named him Quince. He came home yesterday and spent much of the night roaming, purring loudly, and nesting in my hair.
An added benefit: now it’s not all about Vivian, who is quickly adjusting to not being the absolute center of attention.
Hey cute kittle!
Wait a minute! The new cat gets a post of his own and no mention of the fact that I came to visit!?
Play nice or I’ll tell the world how you cheat at crossword puzzles.
Well, there’s just all kinds of great things happening around Sage these days!
Does Sage really cheat at crosswords? The cat is out of the bag now.