Making Room for Mimsy

Meet Mimsy. Isn't she something? She is our new kitten that came to us by two hipsters walking by our house on a sunny October afternoon. Two girls had heard her crying from underneath the base of the street light on the corner of 95th and our street. She was very skinny and very frightened. We gave them a box and they continued door to door to see if they could find her owners. Well, an hour later, she was ours and no longer homeless.

She hid underneath a chair for her first afternoon here and wouldn't let us touch her. She ate and drank and watched us. She played with her new tickle feather toy, but wouldn't let us get too close. By evening she was out of hiding and found affection with Greta. She watched Greta play games and read books on the ipad and inched closer and closer to her. And, then she was in Greta's arms and has been ever since. She pearls (purrs). She loves Greta and Jack and now, 2 weeks since our meeting she is right at home and we love her so. Welcome home little Mim!

Greta named her Mimsy. It made us laugh when she suggested it. She said, "I just made up that name!" I think it fits her perfectly....But, Jack on the other hand, insists that her name is Mimsy Alice. Alice is his contribution. I have no idea why. Dat a nice name.

We are making room for Mimsy. As I type this, Derek is cutting a little cat door in the playroom so Mimsy can take care of all her kitty needs in private. Currently her kitty box is in the hall bathroom and Jack said, "Dat tinks, bleh. Dat not go in here." I had to laugh at him. Jack has a sensitivity to smells but a soft spot for her other attributes. He sings her lullabies. He said, "Mamma, you sing her babymine, ok?"

I think she will find herself loved here. I am so glad she made it from such a dangerous situation near a very busy street and also with a red tailed hawk on our block...Derek says she reminds him of Jude. I think she was meant to find us.