Flashes of Panic

My boss’s kids are getting a kitten for Christmas. He adopted it from the shelter this afternoon, and it just arrived in his office, a long-haired grey tiger. She’s a tiny little thing, only eight weeks old, but not at all shy; she pushed her head right up into my palm when I scratched behind her ears. She’s much smaller than Iz was when we adopted him.

She stays at a neighbor’s tonight, then arrives at her new home on Christmas Eve, after the kids are asleep.

Needless to say, there’s a regular chorus of coos coming from next door as two-thirds of the office makes excuses to visit.

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