I picked her at the shelter.  She was supposed to be my cat.  That was the plan.

She didn’t conform to the plan.  I chose her, but she chose Sylvia.  When Sylvia is here, Nellie is not far away.  However, Sylvia spends one week in four with her dad.  During those times, Kitty has become friendlier with me.

In the beginning, Nellie would cower and run away whenever I came near.  I didn’t like that, but suspected that patience and gentleness would win the day.  They are winning.

What’s that thing you have in your hand mister?

Now she will run to me to receive some scritches behind her ears or a rub beneath her chin.  She will even sit on my lap, but the time limit is less than ten seconds.  Considering her razor-sharp claws, I can live with that.

Sylvia returns to day, and that will make Kitty . . . and me . . . very happy!