I realized it has been exactly eight years since my youngest kitty, Kali, was brought in from her hard life on the streets. Where does the time go? She was about eight weeks old when Don and I found her, so I guess her eighth birthday was around mid-May. Happy birthday, tiny goddess!
Kali when she was small.
Kali today. She's sitting on the dryer where it's warm, challenging me to chase her away.
I don't think my computer runs warm, so I can only guess she is sitting here because that's where my attention goes.