I can’t even begin to imagine how I neglected to post Fiona. I ran into her almost a year ago, when she was just three and a half months old, and the softest thing in the entire state of California. (Except for sea otters. And seals. And really tiny baby kittens. And… okay, okay. But she was really soft.) And it was dark outside and she was tearing around and, um, chewing on more or less everything actually. But in a cute way!
I ran into her on very nearly the only rainy day in San Francisco in the first nine months of 2015. She didn’t mind.
You just want to bury your face against her side and go to sleep.