My beautiful niece Rose wants Picasso (which, er, happens to be a girl and not a boy, so La Picasso is her new name). I don't blame her. La Picasso is a calm, sweet, lovely kitten with beautiful markings. I was thinking of keeping her myself, but I'm so happy Rose will take her home.
Coco, the cute rascal, might end up a barn cat at a famous golf star's house. It's a long story, but the wife of the famous golf star says she needs two barn cats, so Coco and Camille (whom we now know is a boy so I've aptly started calling Camille BRUCE to toughen him up) might go live the wild life together.
That leaves me with little Opera. All black, with triangle head and sharp eyes. She looks like a bat. Bat Cat. She loves to be in my lap, and she reminds me of my beautiful cat that died last year so I can't not keep her.
So that's it. I gotta start writing. Actually, I'm reading The Grapes of Wrath right now, but I'm going to try to write a little each day to get back on track.
How is everything in your part of the world?