Last Thanksgiving our daughter temporarily shipped out her new companion while we visited, afraid we’d scold her for taking on a lifetime responsibility when she was still living like a, well, college student. As if we’d have been able to scold her when there was a two-month-old kitten to play with. Sheesh.
On our latest visit we were allowed to meet the new kitty. Her name is Stella, and she’s a Manx. I only saw a little bit of her, but she seems very sweet-tempered. She kept winding through the living room where people were sitting, but she wouldn’t let anyone touch her.