Meet Wimsie!

She's not the Maine Coon I was wishing for, but she is the next best thing.  This little bit of cuteness became my new roomate last week and has enlivened my solitary life at the appartment a hundred fold. For one thing, because of her, I have to leave work on time (if I must work evenings, I now do it from my laptop at home - with my kitten nearby. She's so well behaved for a 9 week old kitten - always using her litter box properly, not making any messes.  I know this may change as she gets older and bolder, but I'll enjoy her as a little kitten for a few more weeks.  Wimsie is all black, except for a dusting of white on the paws and she has white eyelashes, so that when her eyes are closed you only see a white line to delineate her eyes. She loves my shoulder - she sits on my shoulder for the car rides back and forth from Farnham to St-Timothée (a perfect little passenger) and will sit on my shoulder as soon as I am sitting down. But at the moment, my shoulder is getting a break - she is too preocupied with a wad of rolled up paper (her favorite toy) to notice that I am sitting down.  I've had a pet with me for all of my adult life, and I so pleased to have a little ball of fur to take care of again. I hope Wimsie will be around for the next 18 to 20 years - she & I will become great pals.