Old Friends

This is Yasmin playing with the boys. For anybody who doesn't know her story, she used to live at our house and is Kitty-One's Mommy. We adopted her when she was ready to retire from her job as a breeder for a local Persian cattery. Before her career came to a close, she had produced some very beautiful white kittens and was an excellent mother despite the fact that her own mother had killed all her siblings. Yasmin was saved in the nick of time and was nursed back to health although her beautiful dust-mop tail was mangled beyond repair and had to be amputated. She always stayed small, never exceeding 5 pounds but her disposition was ever sweet and spunky. After she moved to our house for a relaxing retirement she met up with a jet-black mongrel and came home in a family way. We, however, didn't know about her escapades and were surprised one day when we found her curled up in our closet licking a tiny white face. She had given birth to her last kitten. An only child, we named him One of One. He grew to be a giant at almost 15 pounds. Later, after Solomon was born, Uncle Donovan and Auntie Vickie flew in to stay with us and spend time with the newest little Lewis. During their stay they inexplicably fell in love with Yasmin (named Quinnlyn at the time) and she with them. They didn't have a cat at home and had never particularly been interested in adopting one. It seemed to me that they were a good match for one another and who was I to stand in the way of true love? So, Yasmin accompanied Dono and Vickie onto the airplane home and has enjoyed a peaceful and pampered life. It has been fun to see her again. She seemed to recognize me when I walked in and flicked her stump of a tail like she always used to when she saw me. She purred as I picked her up and burrowed into my shoulder just like always.