Priscilla owes her name to a bit of mistaken identity with her sister. Our vet’s files have Lisa Marie as an all black kitty and Priscilla as a black & white, but somewhere along the way, people at the sanctuary had reversed the names.
Fortunately, Priscilla doesn’t seem offended by this in this least. She’s much too busy being totally adorable.
I first noticed Priscilla because she was having a fit of kitty giggles, happily scampering up and down a plank running along the wall outside one of the buildings in the front courtyard. When I introduced myself, she was more than happy to include me in her game and then to have a good cuddle afterward. A darling, darling girl.