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Well, as you might have guessed, if you remember me mentioning a stray cat hanging around, I now have a cat, or should I say a cat has me. This picture's not great--my camera is misbehaving--but it'll give you a vague idea of how lovely she is.


She was so devoted to being an inside cat, barely going out to go to the bathroom, and she didn't seem well at the time. Actually, the vet said her only problem was fleas and some bad teeth (a few bad molars) which are now out (and she's currently in lurk-under-the-bed mode until the pain and/or anesthetic wears off), so she will be fine. She has no name, currently, but will develop one eventually. Bill does not like naming cats "fancy" names, so she'll become something like Fernie or Orange or BC, our previous and current cats, but that's fine.

The big problem is what will happen when we spend a long time in Chicago--she may have to learn to fly, or else maybe we'll find a house sitter. But I couldn't see leaving her by herself in the woods.