It's raining, there's thunder and lightning. I have a cat on my desk purring next to me, my little China-Doll. It is as if my sweet, late Odessa-Doll sent a little friend to remind us of her even in their differences: pure white instead of pure black, outgoing instead of shy, tail flipped over her back instead of Odessa's tightly curled tail. China was willed to me by my friend Marilyn, rest in peace, and came with her name. The Lord knew we needed a Doll. Thanks God. You're pretty cool, no matter what people say about you!