I remember when I just didn't know what to do with her. She was this little fluffball of a thing - didn't liked to be held, and would often fix me with some of the most humanly skeptical gazes that I have ever seen.

But as anything cute, soft and quiet...she grew on me.

Now Jane is a member of the family - litter boxed trained, lover of dried apples. She hops around the bedroom - sniffing curiously at everything that she encounters. A sweet, quaint existence. I envy her sometimes...