Actually, her name at the shelter was Peanut. I was going to name her Scaramouche, but when the shelter (finally) called to tell me I could have her, I was cutting up some pumpkin, so I changed my mind to Citrouille. The nearest shelter is a no-kill, but there are others in the bigger towns that aren't. She was just lucky enough to be a small-town kitty, I guess.

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.