Misha
After the death of Emma, my significant other and I felt the compulsion to replace her—and not with just one new
kitty, but a bunch. The first newbie was Misha, who had the most incredible eye color I've ever seen. My S.O. named her Misha because it
sounded exotic, the way she looked.
Diminutive and quite shy, Misha nevertheless liked getting in your face and kissing you on the lips—a startling experience. Alas, we had to let
her go to another home, for she did not appreciate having multiple adoptive siblings. One was okay, two was tolerable, but three led
to flying fur and bloodshed. Can't have that.
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