A woman who works off and on for Unicef–sometimes she’s in Niger, sometimes she’s not–found this kitty as a stray a few months ago. Since she’s headed back to the US and can’t take her, she called me to put an ad giving away the kitty in the embassy newsletter. We’ve wanted to replace our kitty that got hit by a car while we were on homeleave, so we went over for a visit. The kitty is a little shy, but so cute, we coudn’t resist. We brought her home and she hid under the bed for three days. Now she’s not shy at all, in fact, she never stops expressing her opinion. Mademoiselle Crybaby is what we call her most of the time, so I think her name is Mademoiselle, although we’ve tried a few other things, they haven’t stuck. Once we got her home we noticed that she is getting fat around the middle and I don’t think it’s because of the old can of liver pate that Peter fed her.
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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