Misadventures of Miss and Mouse |
It all began with soot, the ten-year-old coal black cat we had loved and nurtured from her infancy. Soot loved to play hide-and-go-seek in the house, running, chasing, hiding and generally keeping me out of breath and engaged in her daily—and nightly—entertainment. But I was getting older and tireder and increasingly less willing to play the game, at least not as often nor for as long as Soot wanted. |
The Misadventures of Miss and Mouse |
When she began to seem bored and restless, I thought maybe the still-vigorous old cat needed a younger, more energetic playmate. So I began to watch the local newspaper for a kitten. I was convinced that our long-time "only" cat would be more likely to accept a kitten than a possibly more territorial older cat. But the time was March and the only weaned kitten we could find was a half starved, almost-four-month-old tortoiseshell who shared a crowded basement apartment—and a food dish and litter box—with six or seven equally poor-looking cats and a |