#WDYS

Daria paced up the street, wondering what type of kitten they would get. It seemed such a good idea getting a black and white kitten, but now they were only replacing Cindy. A black and white cat, with a whole lot of attitude. who loved sleeping with next door Rottweiler, climbing trees and the only thing she was scared of was Emma, when she was one year old, shouting ”baby!’

As they looked inside the open car window, they both sighed. This kitten wasn’t black and white, it was white and black. Totally different. No bigger than a bag of sugar there was a cuteness overload.

Comfortable on a cushion, like a pampered princess, she belonged in their weird family. Two gerbils, one sassy cat, and one soppy dog, who was most likely going to run away when introduced. He learnt, from a bitter experience, that cats were to be feared. Even the littlest ones had claws and hissed out a warning to stay away.

The cushion picked up, without the promise it would be an indoor cat, Nyya (named by Emma). She purred. Deep, throaty, with a pinch of don’t mess with me, and instantly the right puzzle piece.

Feline royalty found her way home.