Her son Vladimir - sorry for the grainy pic - he's always in motion and the iPhone camera doesn't really do motion very well.
This is Sylvester. Named for obvious reasons, and not by me.
As if Vladimir Kitten and Lady Catterly were good names. Those I have to take credit for.
I should have stolen Meowmar Qadaffi from my friends. . .
I think Sylvester should be named Hobbes, and Vlad should be named Calvin.
Here's Sylvester cornering Vlad in the fireplace:
All night long Saturday we heard thump thump thump thump thump BOOM!
Had no idea what it was. I wake up the next morning, and watch Vlad clumsily thump across the living room, oblivious to Sylvester stalking him. Sylvester creeps in for the kill, and sprints the last few feet. Vlad runs away but not in time.
Much fun. Television unnecessary the next few weeks.