It is official

My granddaughter's cat came to live with me because she could not get along with the other cats in my son's home.  She is a muted tortise shell about a year old.  She carried an old soft houseshoe up on my computer desk and put it behind my monitor and that is her place.  And when I am working or just playing on the computer, she is on my mousepad and usually on my mouse.  I wind up with some really weird web sites. She sleeps on my keyboard when I am at work.  I know because I have to clean the cat hair out of it.  I use a lot of canned air.  But she is a really sweet cat.  I still have Picasso. He is 17 and the last of Sally's kittens.  It has been 3 years since I lost Sally and I lost Spats and Van this spring within a week of each other.  They were with me their whole lives.  I made sure they had good lives.  I won't have Picasso much longer and I am afraid I won't have Duncan much longer either.  Even Jock is 10.  Time flies.