Meet Cozette

Hearing a cat cry Mason opened the front door on a frigid February night, and a white and gray fur ball streaked across his feet.

 Meet Cozette La Cerva. She’s twelve-weeks-old and four pounds with a nose as pink as her tongue. Mason says someone dropped her off. I think word on the animal street in Cedar Hill pointed Cozette to the Farnival. It’s been a long time since I had a kitten in the house, so we’re treating her like a dog. I’m feeding her on the pack’s schedule and walking her on a leash. Good luck to us.