One month down. Half the time she is insatiable in her crazy kitten-ness, the other fifty percent she is a smoochy, purring part of the crew.
Friday’s bonk on the head, resulting in scary predictions from the vet made our little unit realize how integral a part of our family, she had become in such a short time. Luckily she bounced back from head trauma about as quickly as she learned what food packaging sounded like.
Here’s to many more lazy Sunday mornings in bed.