Luna

One day my next-door neighbor came home with a scrawny, but beautiful, young street cat she had found and named Luna. The neighbor planned to keep Luna; but she had two obnoxious dogs and a toddler, of all of whom Luna was intolerant, so the kitten began hanging out with me at my studio (where the restaurant was always open), and of course I fell in love. By the time Luna was officially declared mine, she was very pregnant. I had her spayed immediately, but she developed an unrelated infection and required a second operation a week later, and had to wear one of those horrible collars. She was too sick to stay in our main house with Max and the other five cats, so I lived in the studio with Luna, twenty-four hours a day, sleeping on top of the bed covered with towels, for three weeks. She recovered completely, and is now in the process of integrating into the menagerie at the main house. UPDATE: Luna has decided that the studio is her real home. She seems to have staked her territory in our first weeks together, so our guest house now comes equipped with a cat!