I am no longer 'the black kitten'. I am Scooter, the very special kitten who belongs with Rachel and Millie and Lottie and the dog.
If I stop scooting under chairs when anyone comes near me, I may get a different name, but Scooter will do nicely for now. Later, Rachel will tell you more about my decision to stay here and not move to Ashington. She's too excited to write anything just now, but just keeps making funny squeaking sounds at me. I may have to use the catnip spray on her.
