A couple of months back, just after Christmas, we got ourselves a new cat. Another rescue-kitten. Her mother was a stray that wasn't very social (no wonder) and she died when the kittens were tiny. Some kittens didn't make it but this beauty and her brother did. He did all the eating while she did all the grooming. No wonder he's huge and she's petite.
She's called Vera and she's a wild one. By wild one I don't means Joan Jett-wild but predator-wild. She steals food from the dog, snatches toys off Iggy's desk and think I am her personal pillow.
She's nothing like any other cat I have had which is a good thing. Then it would just seem like I was trying to replace the ones I've loved and lost. I still cry over Big Boss (literally) but I wouldn't want to try and get a cat just like him. That would just be....#fail.
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