Little Miss Margot

She spent the night in the room with me and apart from her noisy eating, didn’t keep me up at all.  She jumped up on the bed and kept me company, and her purr is like the ticking of a watch.

Without getting into all the reasons she had to move households, I think she’ll do fine here.  Now it is time to open the bedroom door and reacquaint her with the boys….

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

One thought on “Little Miss Margot”

  1. She is adorable, certainly, and in line to be much adored. Heinlein’s dictum, expressed in relation to the cat Pixel, comes to mind…

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