|Sasha, contented on my lap.|
She followed my daughter and the children, one of them a toddler, home, and refused to leave. 18 years later, thin and fragile, but still enjoying sunshine, food, and petting, she greets me when I arrive and climbs on my lap when I sit down.
We love you Sasha. May your days be kind and your nights warm for a long time yet!
(I'm still busy, probably until Tuesday, it looks like.)