How do you know when it’s time?

I’m not sure. For me, it was a gentle pull about two months after Deadeye died…and one day, a constant nagging to check out our Tampa Bay Shelter site.

So one day, I did.

There was a small, 3 and 1/2 month old Lilac Lynx Point Siamese named “Suki” in the slammer, there.  I was drawn to her picture.

Mom and I went to see her on a Saturday.

By Sunday, and a second visit to ensure she had, indeed, picked me, she had a new home…

…and a new name!

Her name is Quatre, which, for those of you who do not speak French, is the French word for “Four” – and since she is my fourth cat (Dosie, our other cat, was Number “Two” – hence “Dos” – the Spanish word for Two…and by the way, “Tres-ie” was killed in an unfortunate circumstance in Korea…) Anyway, it seemed appropriate.

And, for those of you who do speak French, you know that there is sort of a double entendre at work – because, you see - Quatre is pronounced “Cat”.

I love it.

So She is Here.

It’s so funny, though. I haven’t had a kitten in 15 years. She’s active, and lithe, and very curious. I’ve had to buy toys and suppress laughter when she climbs the curtains and gets into the sink.

She’s cuddly, and lovely, and beautiful and very welcome.

But there is still the Queen Bee: my 15-year-old Grande Dame, Miss Dosie.

She reigns.

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