We had a little visitor show up on our doorstep this morning. Well, at first, she was in the tree, but after she figured out how to get herself OUT of the tree, she was on the front porch, crying to be let in. A teeny black-and-white tabby girl with a hurt right eye and a nine-cylinder motor in need of a serious tune-up. ::grin:: She's cute as can be and a MAJOR snuggler. The only time she stops purring is when she's asleep. We think she is one of the missing kittens our neighbor to the South was over looking for a couple of days ago. We rang them up, but no one was home. So we took Little Bit in and are waiting for one of the neighbors to come home from work to see if that is indeed where she belongs.
In the meantime, she moves back and forth between laps and naps. It took her exactly five minutes to learn how to climb my chair to get in my lap, and she's particularly fond of riding on my shoulder and curling up in Dad's lap or chair. And she's no bigger than a minute.
Cute little bugger.
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