There can be no other description for this precious little bundle of fur.

I did not really intend to get her. I had planned to go to the pet shop and see what they had. I was actually hoping for a puppy. The pet shop had no stock, but a lady was there with her son and three kittens.

I didn’t even see the third one until I was ready to leave with the goods I had purchased. There was one white kitten, with a small brown patch. Then, there was Gem. The third was clearly bred from a Siamese with most of the typical markings.

You would be forgiven for thinking that a connection was made the moment that I picked her up. She curled up on my shoulder, shivering in fear, completely overwhelmed by the day’s activities. I bought a whole bunch of stuff for her and by the time we left, she had crawled over my shoulder and settled on my cushion behind my back. By the time we got back to the bus to go home, she had wedged herself between my back and the cushion and was fast asleep.

When we got back to the house, everyone wanted to see and hold her and she let her dislike be known mewling loudly and checking where I was.

Today, I have spent very little time on the computer. Gem has considered my bed her safety zone and does not like being moved very far from it. She gets extremely vocal when going outside. The big wide world is extremely daunting for one as small as herself.

Gem has already fallen asleep in my lap as I finish off this entry. Considering it is back to work in the morning, and an early start, I should heed her advice and get an early night …