After Gremlin died, I felt widowed. A few weeks later, a model from eight years ago reached out to me to offer “Drifter”, a little abandoned kitten found by her friend and bottle-fed by Kirsten.
I wasn’t sure about taking on a new kitten, so Chapa returned for another visit.
Having made up my mind, I adopted the kitten, naming him Chapa after a toy bear I had as a child. The little furball resembled a clumsy bear in form and movements.
Since then, the beast has grown a bit. He commands my attention and that of everyone else. Chapa is a remarkably friendly cat, heavily imprinted on humans.
Sometimes, he purrs and cuddles. Other times, chews on fingers, but never to draw blood. He is remarkably good about keeping claws sheathed when playing with people.
He’s rather less restrained with mice. He’s an indoor cat, but the one mouse that managed to get into the house died quickly.
Chapa is a great companion. I still miss Gremlin.