The sweetest kitten ever.

Lily is curled up in a warm pool of sunshine on the brightly cushioned couch. She purrs in her sleep, filling the cozy living room with a steady rumble of happiness. A soft breeze scented with freshly mown grass wafts through the living room window, ruffling the kitten’s uniquely marked white and black fur.

Waking from a dream in which she was running around her new home with her brothers and sisters, exploring under furniture, peering around corners and meowing with curiosity, Lily opens her clear, green eyes and yawns. She sits up and stretches luxuriously, sniffing the air and detecting the lingering aromas of lilac candles and freshly popped corn.

The living room is very quiet. The kitten tilts her head, listening to the gentle ticking of the crystal clock that sits on top of the mahogany desk around the corner in the dining room.  She begins to lick her delicate, white paws, her pink tongue rasping against her soft fur. Finishing her quick bath, she bounds from the couch to the coffee table, which is stacked with photo albums. Carefully stepping between the piles of albums, she pauses a moment to glance down at an open page filled with images of her own elegantly marked face.  She blinks, meows and leaps down onto the wooly, braided rug that covers the hardwood floor.

Peek-a-boo!

Lily scampers across the room, but pauses at the sound of a familiar step in the hallway. A key rattles in the lock and the front door swings open with a whoosh of warm air. The girl named Linda steps into the living room.  In her warm and loving voice, she cheerily calls out, “Hi Lily. I’m home.”

Linda drops her school bag by the door.  She collapses onto the cushioned oak rocker that matches the couch by the windows, and Lily bounces up onto the chair to sit beside her. Nestling close to her new friend and placing a possessive, white paw on Linda’s leg, Lily begins to purr, once again filling the room with the steady rumble of happiness.