If you’re going to take our dog, Henry, out for a walk, you just might have to look under the little table by the front door. Because that’s where Samantha waits, longing to be invited.
She’s a darling little kitty, given to my son when I didn’t even like kitties. But she’s grown on me, and now I love this little creature who sleeps at the foot of my bed.
She looks very much like Bookfool’s Fiona:
Only, I’ve seen pictures where Fiona can read.
And I think she needs to teach Samantha. (Can we arrange some tutoring over the Summer, Bookfool?)