Mim is two years old now. She's been with us for about a year and a half. In the vein of my posts for Olive & Nox, here's the story of Mim.


We didn't mean to have a Mim. We didn't mean to keep a Mim. But Mim is a force of nature. She came and she stayed and she won us over by sheer force of will.

It was a cold and rainy day in September. Nox was off at the vet, losing some of his boy-parts now that he'd recovered enough from his awful sinus infection to undergo surgery. Olive was lounging in the den, and I was working in the studio. Suddenly, I hear a loud and piteous crying. I run to the den, certain it's Olive. Who else could it be? But Olive looks at me to say 'hey, not it.'

And right outside our back door is a tiny kitten, all by herself, paws pressed to the glass, wailing her head off. Like the sucker I am, I opened the door. She came to the right house.

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