2 weeks ago I had to have my beautiful white cat put to sleep. I was absolutely broken and everyone on here was so so lovely. Despite saying I wouldn't have another cat (and certainly not a kitten) I ended up at my local RSPCA rehoming centre this morning... and against all the odds have ended up bringing home the scrappiest, scrawniest little white kitten. When I got her home and out of her carrier, I burst into tears when I realised in the middle of her head, she has a splodge of black hairs, exactly the same as my beautiful Willow did when I first got her.
She's not a replacement for Willow, she can never be replaced, but I kind of feel like it's a sign I was meant to have this particular kitten.
Completely pointless post, and sorry for rambling!