11 years ago yesterday, I wrote this:
…AND THEN THERE WERE FIVE
We own a cat.
Her name at the shelter was Panache. We might try to change that. She’s black with white feet, much like Floyd was.
They told Jen to pick a room and let her out there. We chose our bedroom. She dove right under the bed and wouldn’t come out. We took turns sitting with her. She’d poke her head out now and then. While we were eating dinner she came out to say hello.
Progress is being made.
Happy belated cat adoption day to the fifth member of our family, Miss Patches, formerly known as Panache, also known as Cat, also also known as Kitty, also also also known as about two dozen other names.