Three days ago, our son Darren stopped by at noon to visit and we made pancakes. As he is walking up from the garage, out of the flowers comes a friendly, rub on his pant leg kitten! Not ours. All we have is a tan Siamese half wild cat( a kitten that was taming down and then momma cat moved her to the woods) Back to the new kitten. She is black/brown with faint pale orange mixed in. Darren brought her in. We fed her, played with her and I took to the barn. At chores time she was there for more food. She has make a nest for herself in the lamb creep. Just darling. Our Granddaughter Nessie has named her "Midnight" We love cats. so a drop off is fine. But what if we had been gone for a few days, the poor thing would have starved and been very lost. Too nice a kitten to abandon along the road to the elements........she had to wander her way 200 feet to our garage. So here is Midnight........not real big but a survivor and full of life
(shudder) 'nough of that.
I will leave you with something inspiring. Taken by a friend standing on the Washington coast looking out at the isles of the Pungent Sound.
I have a Father
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