I mention the future cat to our knowledgeable friend and she assures me she has not forgotten, offers us the possibility in a few weeks of a kitten that is being raised for a bit by others and who needs to get past a cold before it can be transferred to a new home. Kittens are charmers, of course, just as are puppies and babies of any kind. Actually, probably better to stay away from natural charmers, I think. I write my older daughter again. What about a kitten? I ask her. She writes back promptly and, as she herself is currently fosterparenting four kittens, she is absolutely on top of the relevant issues. She writes me back: "Mom, not a kitten, I think. Not for you. They are into everything; they are trying to drown themselves in the toilet. They knock everything off of everything. They will be into your yarn in ways you will not be happy with. A nice older cat would be better. Especially one that will be hard to adopt because of its age. You'll be doing it and the shelter a favor."
I tell our knowledgeable friend what my daughter says I want because my daughter is doubtless right. I am trusting that this older cat will be named Charles or willing to be renamed Charles.
A few days go by and the friend emails us with the news that there is an older cat that needs a home on the Point. It is black, rather than grey, however. The more serious downside is that the cat has had a bad experience with a raccoon, probably, and has lost its
(The end of Part II)