I have been thinking about getting another cat for a while but wasn't quite ready. I even looked at bunnies for a while. Black Kit Kit bunnies. That was the whole problem, whatever animal I looked at I wanted it to be Kit. I wanted it to behave how Kit did, miow how Kit did and most of all love me how Kit did. Kit greeted me when I came home, slept with me and rarely sat with anyone else, not even Miss B. She had chosen me and that was it.
I adored her just as much and for a long time was lost without her. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.
Lucy spent her time between Miss B and me, gradually spending more time with me than Miss B.
I gradually stopped looking at black bunnies and looking for black kittens.
I played with kittens in the pet shop. Cute, affectionate, but somehow not quite right.
I looked at give away kittens in the next street. Cute under the dirt and fleas, but still not quite right.
Two days before Christmas we visited one of Miss B's school friends. Their cat had had kittens.
Christmas eve Temperance came to live with us.