I have a new cat. Actually, she's a kitty. Heidi-Keke turned one-year-old on the day we invited her into the Kennard family.At Cocheco Valley Humane Society, in Dover, my husband, young niece, and I viewed several cats. The prerequisites: spayed female and friendly.
The first cat we looked at was white and named Sissy. We would have chosen her, except when I picked her up she hissed and attempted to scratch my face. A definite no-no.
Another cat interested us, but she didn't like children. Another no-no.
But Keke, now named Heidi-Keke, rubbed up against our fingers that we bravely put in between the bars on her cage, and she purred. A good sign. When let out of her tiny cage she jumped on the windowsill, looked out, and then jumped down. When I picked her up she was friendly.
I guess third one's a charm.
Now Heidi-Keke Kennard is our puss-in-boots and sports a milk mustache. She meows in greeting, plays with cat-toys, and sleeps at the foot of the bed at night. Heidi is our purrrfect companion.
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