May 2, 2019

It's confession time.  I have completely gone over the edge.  While shopping today, we pulled up in front of Cargill's Food City to see the loveliest little kitten.  She was very friendly and very skinny.  For some reason, I just knew if I didn't take her, she would die.  The security people confirmed that she did not belong to anyone and that, in fact, someone had dumped her.  So meet cat number 6, Gilly Girly, Gilly for short.  Named for CarGILL's where she was found.  Now I have 3 girls and 3 boys and am officially nuts.

About 4 months old, we think, making her about exactly one year younger than the other kittens.  Sequestered at the moment in the guest bathroom serving as a recovery room from her ignominious trip from Cargill's in a grocery bag.  Welcome to your new home.