Guess Who Just Turned 3?!
Of course (if you are familiar with my bleeding heart for animals) I had to pick the smallest, sickest, most helpless kitten in the rescue center.
Well, that and the fact she was a calico--sigh.
When I first got her a friend asked me, "how did you get a cat to breed with a moth?" she was so tiny she could sit in the palm of my hand.
And now she's a hearty, healthy, sassy, wonderful capeetie. She's got such beautiful stark markings.*
She's taken to my personality, mostly my sassing and whining at home (ask darling), so naturally we get along beautifully.
Fosse baby, we've had three wonderful years together--here's to you boogie.
*If everyone else can sap about their kids on their blogs I'm allowed to kitty shmooze on her birthday.
But seriously, how precious is she?