Tried lots of names. Some fit so-so, some didn't. Then I said "Willow" and we both said "hmmm." It fit, it was time to stop. Though heaven knows she hasn't - quite the bundle of energy! Our 16-year-old, Chester, lept the gate we have up separating them. He was willing to live and let live until she pounced on his tail - then he spat and smacked her. Poor little thing - she's coming into a household full of grouchy older cats! She consoled herself by climbing up Mr. Ipsissimus and snuffling his ear and chewing his hair.
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