This is a favorite photo of Kismet as a kitten. She never outgrew her
strange relationship with umbrellas - she would attack them open or closed.
Really, she never outgrew her kittenish energy, even at 10 when she got
sick. I named her Kismet (fated to be) because she magically appeared when I
was ready for a new cat (she had been abandoned, and a neighbor's dog found
her hiding under a bush). She was a snuggler and even my curmudgeonly father
called her "the friendliest cat we ever had." She was so satisfying in so
many ways and my heart is broken.
Last Edited: Oct 14, 2008 8:48 AM