When George's daddy died, I decided that we needed something extra in the house to fill up a tiny bit of the giant space left in our lives. I decided to let George have a pet. Not just any pet, but a pedigree kitten. I checked on the internet, and as luck would have it, there was a lady with an available litter of Burmese only 5 minutes away from our house.
We did not get a Burmese kitten. The lady (who is now our friend Sheryl) also had 6 of the most adorable grey kittens. We are now owned by a Korat. Her name is Moei Rochana, aka Pixel. In the first couple of weeks that we had her, she fell in the bath twice - that was nothing, she's been down the toilet since, and in the washing up bowl with the dishes. She is captivating, noisy, naughty and funny and she is helping to heal our broken hearts. I honestly don't know where we would be without this funny little scrap who rules our lives with a paw of iron, and gives us an opinion on everything.
As soon as she climbed from the floor to my shoulder using only my clothes (and she can still do it aged 7 months old, without hurting or using claws), I knew that I had found the ideal cat to keep up with a 5 year old child. When she came to live with us I took her away from George and his friends a few times to give her a rest, but as soon as I put her down on the floor she went running back to find them again. Here is the latest addition to our team.
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