Izzy and her litter-mates were abandoned in an ice chest on the side of the road. Someone brought them to the shelter, and that’s where I went looking for a kitten. She chose me, and we went home together. I took her that day to the vet; one of my best friends works there. Celia picked Izzy up hugged her, and said, “Little girl, you don’t know how lucky you are.”
Izzy got shortchanged in the stripes department, and she has trouble keeping those socks pulled up. 😉
Today is her nominal birthday. Happy Birthday Isabelle!