This is Magi. We like to be touching when we silently converse.
Four years ago, Erratic Genius, Word Wizard and I were at the Ottawa Humane Society looking at kittens. I asked the rough looking attendant, who was gently and attentively grooming Magi, how she ended up at the shelter.
"She was only three days old when someone brought her in," he told us. "She had been abandoned in an apartment by the previous tenants..."
He did not need to say anything more - we sympathized.