Two weeks ago, after our Friday-night movie, my friend said, "If Sister Baby dies before me, I want you to take her."
Then we both looked at the cat and each other and laughed. She corrected herself: "If I die before Sister Baby, I want you to take her."
"I will," I said, and I mean it.
Who wouldn't want Sister Baby? The foundling Burmese with sweet disposition, ever-darkening points, silky fur, strong purr.
But at what cost?
I look at Boo, who grows older by the day, and hope it's a promise I won't have to keep. Sister Baby was made for my crotchety friend with a soft spot for her feline.