A friend of my mother’s adopted one of the babies from Tasha’s first litter, and quite some time later, my mother visited that friend when she had the kids with her. So my girls got to see one of the kittens they’d been so entranced by when he was all grown up, and looking very elegant in his tuxedo coat.

This picture is from autumn of 1993; Angst & Anxiety were 5 and 1, respectively. (I’m certain of the date because Anxiety got ahold of scissors just after Christmas, when she was 15 months old, and cut off all those beautiful ringlets that you can see in this picture. She never did grow curls again.)