Our son brought home a kitten he found on the streets. She didn’t have a collar and wasn’t chipped. His girlfriend is allergic so we took her in. She reminded me of my favorite Starbucks drink (Double chocolate chip crime frapachino), but that was too long of a name. Called her Toasted Marshmellow for a week or so, Marshmellow for short, but still seemed too long. Settled on Misty (although when she is being mean and playing with my feet at 4 in the morning I slip and call her Miriam-our last cat).
Wonder how long it will be before her fur grows so we will no longer see her pink belly. She loves the freedom though. She loves to help me inspect the quilts when they are done (and loves to try to help me quilt them. )