Jasper entered our lives when we heard a faint meowing come from underneath the house. She was approximately four weeks old, the lone kitten underneath the house that May 2014 morning.
Jasper quickly learned that she preferred shoulders and arms over laying alone on the floor – whether I was writing or not, it didn’t matter.
And now, two years later, Jasper – who has since informed me that she prefers to go by ‘Jasper Lynn’ as it’s a girlier name – still thinks she’s the Queen. Oh my, when the younger kittens were added over the past two years, she’d hiss and growl and make all sorts of commotion. But now, who do we find snuggling and kissing their heads? Yep, Jasper Lynn.