We have a new member of the family. Her name is Margery and she is a rescue kitten.
She’s only about seven weeks old, which of course is a bit young to be separated from her mom, but she is already eating solid food and using her box. She was born to a cat that had been abandoned near the monastery (this is a problem — people abandon animals on the monastery land, but the monks are not in a position to care for them); out of a litter of six, two had already disappeared, possibly the victims of coyotes. So a woman who comes to mass regularly picked up the four survivors and got them to the vet; she’s keeping two of them and I got the other two — Margery and her brother. The boy is with us for now, but he is going to be adopted by Rhiannon’s CNA. He’s a cutie too…
Margery is named for Margery Kempe, the colorful (some would say nutty) English mystic who, among many other adventures, received spiritual direction from Julian of Norwich.
She has facial markings remarkably similar to my much-loved China, although where China was a tortoise, Margery is a tuxedo.
Needless to say, we are all in love.