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!