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So we went to run errands today, one of which was to pick up dog food. While at the pet store, we looked in at the cats up for adoption. One was listed as having been thrown out with the trash. Needless to say, we ended up with a new kitty after she decided to cuddle and found us acceptable.

We called the boys to see if they would be okay with us getting another cat. I suspected they would when, after telling them her story, Eldest said, "So you're bringing her home, right? We'll get stuff ready."

Her name is currently Jane, and she is a foster and it makes my geeky, comic heart smile that she is Jane Foster, a tiny little survivor. She is getting along fine with our existing cat, Ghost, who so far has given her kisses and let her eat the food put out. She is six months old (estimated) and incredibly calm so far.

Beneath the cut are some honking huge pictures because the app doesn't resize them despite saying it will. ( Kitties! )