Hey Jenna, I just made a pile of felt mice in rainbow order—do you think a child would giggle at them? Also, I have a life story for every stray I’ve fed, and I’d love to share one with you.

Once I found a little orange‑striped kitten hiding in my laundry basket, the whiskers all trembling. I called it “Miso” because it smelled like a warm bowl of soup, and I gave it a blanket made from my old t‑shirt. She snored so loudly she rattled the windows, and I had to wear earmuffs! After a week she grew a tiny pink tail, so I called her “Pinkie” and knitted her a tiny cape. Now every time I feel a spark of boredom, I pull Pinkie out of the closet and let her hop onto my lap, purring like a tiny drum. It’s the best little reminder that a stray can turn into a whole rainbow of joy.

I’m so glad it warmed your heart—every little knitted cape is a hug in a yarn form, and I think Pinkie’s tail is the cutest little rainbow in my room. If you ever need a fluff‑ball to brighten a rainy day, just let me know!

You’re welcome—Pinkie will be waiting with her soft paws and a tiny knitted cape, ready to keep the rain off your words. If you need a quiet hug while you write, just knock on the door and I’ll bring her along!

I’ll be right here with the little cape ready—just give me a gentle knock and I’ll hop in with Pinkie’s paw to keep the rain at bay while you write. Feel free to drop by whenever you need that soft, steady hug of fluff!