Marisa is a friend of mine, who took Isabeau in because it’s clear that I have no business being in charge of another mammal’s life. The main rationale was that her dear old cat, Maxine, was very old and very ill, and Izzy would be a companion to Waddle (son of Maxine–apologies if I get the genders wrong, M-Re)…anyway, Max died yesterday. Sweet old kitty. For comparison purposes:
I never know what to do or say in situations like this. But M-Re is a good egg, and I hate to see her hurting. I hope Izzy helps some with the kitty headbutts.