I fell in love with a picture of little stray kitten, who was found lost and alone between buildings in the rich part of Seoul. She is all black with the cutest little white boots and a Hitler like birthmark on her nose. Keiko and I are both smitten.
Welcome to your our world Beatrice Tucumsy Hoang (or Bottoms).
When I brought her home on the train, it was so unbelievably cold that I had to unbutton my jacket and she climbed inside and clung to my chest. I closed the jacket and there she stayed, a little foreign hump, all the way home. When I brought her into the house, Keiko went mad crazy, wanting to play with her and sniff her and make her her's.
BUT, she fits into my left hand. She is so tiny, I cannot have Keiko roll on her. So I put her into my wardrobe where she sleeps now. Keiko stays at the bottom to overlook, tail wagging, and voice whining to let her play.
After the first couple hours, after Bottoms was fed, I took a piece of string from a shopping bag, and tied a loop in one end. We played with that on the bed. She could not get bored of it. Keiko watched from the other side of the bed in curiosity. Once, she snuck up real close to sniff Bottom's face. Bad idea. Kitty swiped at Keiko so fast, Keiko had no idea what happened. Now, Keiko waits until Beatrice is on her back or hind legs, distracted with her playing before she attempts to get close and smell.
