Welcome, Quince

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.

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