Best Friends

Bob and Pearl.

Pearl looks so different from the scrawny cat we brought home in May. She is now a little thick in the waist, she sports a sleek, shiny, dark gray coat, her squinty eye is still squinty but better, she gets along with Faye (most of the time), she is immensely tolerant of Bob. Her very loud purr starts the moment I wake up each morning. What a glorious sound. Her only imperfection is her predilection for attacking feet under the sheets, especially James'. Poor man has been awakened countless times by these attacks.