Natasha was the sweetest, most well behaved kitten I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. While my hubby and I were out doing some shopping for our furry friends at PetSmart, we met found something we were not expecting. He called me over to look at one particular kitten in the adoption center. She had a huge resemblance to our Merlin that we lost a month earlier, so much so that I burst into tears when I saw her. We went home, mostly so I could put myself back in order again. Then we went back to Petsmart, and half an hour later, brought home this new little bundle of joy.
Natasha was eventually dubbed with the nicknames Tasha, Tash, and Shatasha, which I would say was her favorite as she always came over when she heard it. She enjoyed crawling on us while we were about to fall asleep, producing the loudest purring I have heard from a kitten. Her favorite toys in the house were my hair ties – she would throw them up in the air, catch, and repeat. At only eight months old, she was diagnosed with FIP (feline infectious peritonitis), and she passed away just a few days after Stalker.
See more Tasha photos on Flickr.