Little Miss Dusty was what I would call "terminally cute" - you just had to
look at her and you'd laugh because she was just so darned cute!
Small and dainty, her size belied her feisty nature. She held her own
with Sherman (she invited herself into our household after Tasmania passed),
and would even growl like a dog if she heard something threatening. She was
the last of my beloved companions to pass, leaving me with a house
strangely catless after 20 years. I miss her and the others greatly, and
I know I need another cat (or three); it is just a matter of time, now.
