Wow! What a day we had with our guest, Liz Carlyle! Over 100 comments! Bless Avon and Liz for offering this opportuntiy and thanks to each and every one of you who commented. That’s a lot of kitty litter.

So…can you stand another cat story? This one I can’t resist.

My son came over on Saturday, bringing his girlfriend, who I only met once years ago. So first I greet her, then see my son holding this little guy:

“Oh, a kitten!!!!”
I don’t remember if I even greeted my son.

The kitten spent the afternoon with us, while son helped husband powerwash one side of the house. The kitten did not stop playing, not even once. He ate our cats’ food, used their litter boxes (thank goodness) and explored everywhere.

He absolutely terrified our “tough guys”

The cat who lives on the kitchen table was cordial at first, but then she hissed.

Only our “Mr. Good Guy” was friendly

It was a glorious afternoon.

Alas, the kitten had to go; he belonged to my son’s girlfriend. She rescued him and two of his siblings when they were about three weeks old. They’d been born of a feral cat that she couldn’t catch. She got them in time, because this little guy was calm and friendly, no match for my neurotic felines.

Oh, I love kittens!

When was the last time you held a kitten?