Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Who'd have thought that a little 6-lb. nymphet of a kitten could turn our lives all topsy-turvy? Her name is Otter, she's a 7-month-old spitfire with decidedly laid-back tendencies, which bodes well as she matures, and she seems completely nonplussed by the other two furry ones in the household. (Not talking about the husband or son here.)
And since I was starting to feel like we were ready to jump into the kitty pool again after losing our Chester a year ago, I went out to "take a look" and, you guessed it, fell hook, line and sinker. I'll keep you updated on occasion as our ship gradually rights itself again, but I think this new crew member will fit in just fine.