I can't even give her time-outs anymore since she's figured out how to open the bathroom door. Her new thing is attacking my feet through the bedspread. XD

This is one of those things I don't mention much, but a year or so after Marlowe passed, I dreamed very vividly and matter-of-factly that I had a black-and-orange tortie named Madimi. After that it was just a matter of finding her.