While I was taking the pictures to use in the Favorite Toys page the cat came strolling downstairs meowing like the world was ending. She has been very noisy in general tonight. I tried to pet her and, as always happens when she encounters a human in the cellar, she ran upstairs like her tail was on fire. I called to her and she sat at the top of the stairs looking down at me.
Naturally, I snagged a pic.
This is Patches. When we adopted her, her name was Panache. When she was first taken to the shelter her name was Panic. 99 times out of 100 I just call her Kitty. She probably thinks that’s her name.
She’s cute.
Inside the Red Head's Head 