For Mother’s Day: several months ago a pretty feral tortoiseshell kitty showed up at my house out in the country. I couldn’t get within miles of her, but started putting food out on the front porch, and calling her the same way every time. Now she comes when I call, and let’s me stand on the inside of the front door while she is there.

I couldn’t help it; I named her Chica after Stanley’s pretty girl. (I hope I have the right LGF’er!)

So call her Chica Too. So Friday, looking out the kitchen window, I realize Chica is actually Three. She has three kittens: black, black and white, and orange and white.

And a black and white young tom cat has joined the throng. Counting the three interior senior citizens, I think that’s enough!