So back while I was in Memphis, my father got it a load of hay for my stepmother’s last two goats. While he and a couple of friends were putting it up, one of them heard a sound in an old unused dog house. There was a tiny calico kitten in there.

My stepmother was all “Oh we can’t have another cat”. Yeah. We all know how this ends - piles of toys, a cat tree for her to lounge in the sun on, etc.

Now that she’s realized she’s too big to sleep in my dad’s slipper, she has a new favorite place…