Gertrude is the victim of unrequited love:
Gert loves the cat with every fiber of her being in ways that make her want to rush at the cat, scoop her up into her arms, and carry her throughout the house. The cat, while tolerant of Gert most of the time, does not like to be picked up and loved quite that hard.
No matter how many times the cat runs from her, Gert continues to try and pick her up. Sometimes I find Gert crouching beside my bed and peering under it, saying, "Kismet! Come on out to me, sweetie! I'm just going to love you…" It's heartbreaking, really.
The other day, she asked Gary if we could get a new cat. He asked her why, and she wailed, "Kismet doesn't love me!"
The kid needed a cat of her own.
This is not usually how cats are born:
But this is no usual cat:
And this Kismet lets Gert pick her up whenever she wants: