Kroshechnyy (I can’t pronounce it either, but it’s Russian for Tiny) is truly a gentle soul. She was very sick as a kitten weighing only six ounces at eight weeks. I babied, coddled, and nursed her back to health. During her illness, I would lay her under my chin for warmth and comfort. Now, as an 8 pound adult, she still tries to cuddle under my chin. She will eventually tire of this and slip into the crook of my arm or in the chair beside me for a nap.
"The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats.”
– Albert Schweitzer