It was good of her to pose in front of one of my paintings.
The situation now is that there are two grown up cats at one end of the house, and a baby black cat at the other. She's getting more relaxed and no longer flinching when I reach out to pat her. Still no name, but there've been a couple of good suggestions.
It's always been my ambition to be a weird old cat lady and it looks as though I'll get there sooner rather than later.
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But she's the cutest little thing with those blue eyes. Hope the elders learn to accept her.
Unfortunately, it's not them rejecting her, it's her spitting and hissing at them. They don't give a rat's!
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