Remember I got this kitty on New Year's Day. Remember she only has 3 working legs?
My daughter warned me that she likes to steal food from her kids' plates and I foolishly said that there was no way a cat with 3 legs could jump up on my counter-height table. She made herself at home very quickly. She seems to like quilts (don't all cats?). So much for the higher table. I'm keeping all the chairs pushed in now and hoping she stays on the floor. By the way, we've changed her name again. Our son-in-law, Patrick always greets her with, "Hi there, Skippy". It just seems to fit. So from now on she's Skippy.