Blue Eyed White Persian Girl
Born June 12, 2006

Beverly is the author of
"Mornings With Fulton Sheen"

"If I could, I would send the whole world to your door and let the crowd push and plead for your BouBabies!"

I need to tell you that Perpetua is the smartest, prettiest,  healthiest, and naughtiest kitten in the whole wide world.

She's fearless. Once she tried to climb up the chimney over the  fireplace. I spotted her tiny rear end and tail just in
time to fly  across the room and grab her down.  She looked like a street urchin with black soot on her cheeks,
in her eyes and nose, and on all four paws. Now our fireplace screen is taped to prevent a second attempt.

Most of the time, she scampers around from one toy to another. When  sleeping, she often likes to lie down beside
me. Her favorite  running and jumping place is a tall book case. She seems to favor small, dark places behind
shelved books to explore. And at night,  she hides behind books on a floor shelf right next to my bed.

Thank you, both. More than once, See-Saw and I have looked at each  other and remarked on how blessed we are
to have had God lead us to  you. Your genuine love for your tiny babies and your devotion to  them is obvious.
Your friend, Beverly

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_{Update 08/08/07:} See-Saw and I think of you often because Perpetua is such a perfect little sweetie pie. Headstrong? Yes! But with a rare desire to be held and loved along with determination to help me with everything I do. When I  sweep the utility room, for example, she wraps her little white arms around the broom and tries to "ride" it as if it's a merry-go-round.

Update 02/05/07: Perpetua is amazing. She's learning to speak English!
Well, not speaking, but she understands certain words and
responds appropriately.

The most fun is when we play hide-and-seek. If I want her to come out of
her hiding places, I sing a familiar old Sunday School tune, "Jesus loves
Perpetua . . . Yes! Jesus loves you, the Bible tells me so!"  She
comes running so fast, she stumbles over her own little feet.

Mornings? Oh my goodness. When it's time to get up, she wakes me
with tiny little kisses on my cheeks and nose. Then if I say kitchen?
or bathroom? she romps to get there ahead of me.

She knows the word birds, too. We have a deck where birds come to feed
on the other side of a floor to ceiling window. If she's sleeping when
they come, I say, "Look, Perpetua! Birds!" She wakes up quickly
and crawls on her tummy trying to sneak up on them.

I could never express how much I admire and appreciate what
you do to launch your Bou Babies. I think you know that
some things cannot be put into words.
Your friend, Beverly