Of course, I have a cat.

She decided I needed to adopt her about three years ago, when she looked like this.



I named her Musetta, after the character in La Bohème who sells her earrings to buy the dying Mimi a soft muff for her cold hands. She's also a bit of a flirt. Sometimes, I wish I'd named her Jane, or something. "Musetta" can be a mouthful. But it does suit her.

Here's what she looks like these days.