Button is our wonderful mostly-house kitty.  If there was a contest for Best Kitty, she would win paws down.  A few years ago while we were on vacation in Hawaii and my mother was housesitting, Button wandered into our yard as a painfully shy kitten with a gajillion littermates after the neighboring farmer dropped them all off in his barn to supervise the mouse population.  These cats were no fools.  Why chase those disgusting mice when there's a house 25 yards away?  Apparently, another neighbor must have pointed out the error of his thinking, so a few days later, the farmer came back and captured all he could and took them to the pound.  I can picture it now:  Button was so shy, she hid under the porch as the holocaust ensued.  Her beloved sister, later to be known as Tiger, must have hid alongside her.  So when we returned from our trip, we found only these two pitiful little creatures out of the promised dozen. 

She has over time, become my favorite pet.  She is very easy to love.  Even the King doesn't get too annoyed when he returns home to find her enthroned atop the easy chair.  Nelson, my missing dog, used to love her, too.  He would scare off our nasty outside cat so that Button could have a turn at the cat food dispenser.   Ever generous with her affection (she frequently nursed her sister's kittens when they had their first and only litter at the same time), she frequently comes along to lick my baby's hair lovingly while I'm nursing him. 

What could be sweeter than that?

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