…you fake it ’till you make it.
Or keep trying ’till you make it.
Little Black Missy is out in the night again, inspecting the garden and the ducks by the lake.
She is a cool cat, with a lip piercing (or a remaining suture, if you like). I’ve provided her with a padded shelter and a bowl of water.
Time will show if she keeps around the house. She is an outdoorsy type, she is getting pudgy by lack of exercise, and she is molesting the dragon tree by the piano, so it would be nice if she got a territory of her own outside. Fingers crossed!