In the early cold of a January morning, there I was waiting at the Great Wall of China Adoption agency. The ladies who work there will never know how I got there-- and I’m not Chinese-- but there I was anyway. Hey, thanks for the blanket and the snacks!

Usually they don’t handle pet adoptions, but the very first day I arrived, someone was interested in taking me home. You may think I’m a stray cat, but that doesn’t mean I’m a casual pick-up. Whoops, sorry about those slashes on your wrists there, Ginger. Guess I wasn’t used to being handled.

Now that we live together, I can’t really remember why all the fuss.

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Mousing around the couch

There’s never a bad time for a catnap

-- except when there’s a camera on the loose