This is my dear friend Sarah. She comes through town once or twice each year and brings along her dog Dulcey, who you've met several times before.
Last December, Sarah's mother passed away. I never had the pleasure of meeting Sarah's mom, but over the years, I heard many stories about this incredible woman. In her decades on this planet, she touched many lives. "Wylla" was her name.
To pay tribute, I asked Sarah if I she would mind if I named a kitten after her mother. Sarah agreed, and our Stout little girl became "Wylla".
Yesterday, Sarah and Dulcey came by and got to meet Wylla.
The visit was sweet. Sarah had been adoring our girl from afar, and was so happy to finally meet her face-to-face. They became fast friends, and Wylla spent a long stretch of time perched on Sarah's shoulder.
And Dulcey met Wylla too. Their friendship wasn't instant - Wylla let out many low growls and a hiss or two. Ducley, who has met many cats and kittens, was a little disappointed that the welcome wasn't warmer.
Thanks for taking time to visit us while you were in town, Sarah. It's always a treat to see you, and I'm so glad you got to spend a little time with our Wylla.