LULU

She's  a spritely little ball of fur. Sort of black, brindled with brown when in the sun. Down the left side of her nose is a white strip, shaped something like a fat b. A thin line of white extends across her jaw down to her collar-bone across her thin chest and down to her sternum, like streak lighting. This is a kitten that will be a beautiful adult cat. She is settling in to her new home and to me. Part of the settlement involves her bolting out of my room when I return from my many bathroom breaks overnight. She loves to run around the kitchen, hiding behind the electric range. She also makes a bee-line to the bathroom. Catching her is not easy for an old man with stiff joints. 

She sleeps comfortably with me, though not where I would like, in the crook of my arm where I know where she is when i turn over. We will be working on that. So far in her short time as my Lulu, I have taken her with me when I venture into the public. I don't want her to have separation anxiety. And she is popular with the people I associate with. From Sunday at Elysium Winery, to my trips to the Democratic office. She is now, our Demo-cat. My moto for her is, she's not feral, she's feline. 

She is such a delight in my old age, to make me wish I was young again. At night when I'm sleeping, she likes to bat the blanket next to my knees. In the dark, with the ambient light from the street coming through the windows, I can see one of her 4 white-booted paws bat against me and I am a happy man. If I lose some sleep, what does it matter?

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