BATTLE OF THE ANTS

This is Mini. She is 8 years old. She lives in my house now. As you can see, she is fluffy! She is very pretty from all sides, but this is the only shot I could get of her in which she was sitting still.

Mini had a buddy who died over the summer, and she has been very lonely since then. Her mom is my school chum, J2. [I am J1, even though J2 says that when we write brilliant essays and books together (like Gilbert and Gubar) her name will be first because of the damn alphabet. whatev.] J2 decided it would be best for Mini to be around other cats as well as a human who is actually at home. So far so good.

My cats are cool with her. They just want to know when she'll stop being wary of them, so they can play! But no issues have arisen; Mini hangs out on a box in the closet, on the bathroom countertop, and in the bathtub. She wanders around the whole house, and enjoys Kitty TV during the day. She eats her food and does her business in her litter box. No worries at all, and her mom can come visit anytime!

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