One Year Old

We can now consider the Toe Wraiths to be a year old. The terrified, feral kittens have grown into two engaging little cats.

Lola is a busy little dynamo, seemingly never touching down as she bounces from chair to sill to screen door. Yet she will also come and climb into my lap when I am writing or reading, snuggling in with vibrant purring. She has grown from a dwarfish fuzzy kitten into a soft-coated, self-possessed, petite young cat.

I have a soft spot in my heart for Clarence. The homely, ungainly ugly duckling of the litter is growing day by day into an elegant flame-point Siamese. Seeing his terror of humans gradually turn into trust and affection has done my heart good.

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