Out of nowhere I decided yesterday morning to drive out to El Monte to buy this gal, an eight-week old Siamese. I told myself the kitten would be good company for an older cat, a gray tabby, I’m taking care of for a few weeks. That wasn’t the actual reason, of course, but I didn’t explain it to myself until the kitten — I’m calling her Mouse — arrived home. I added her to my life as a reaction to the deaths of my father and sister. Funny how the subconscious works.