


I talked to my Mom on the phone tonight for a while and after hearing
her story, I thought I would share with you. Two kittens now live on
the "aching acre" with my Mom and Neal, names yet to be
determined...The story goes a little like this, I'm sure there is some
variation to the original story. My Mom and Neal have an old claw foot
tub in their house, that my Mom and Neal bathe in, not together...at
least not in this story anyway ;)...but my Mom was in the kitchen when
her new little black boy cat comes right up to her and meows really
urgently, and runs away towards the bathroom, and my Mom, not thinking
anything of it, goes on about her business. The kitten returns, as if
demanding her attention, and proceeds to run away again, towards the
bathroom. My mom decides to follow him, he was so urgently trying to
get her attention anyway.
He rushed over to the tub, jumped up on
the box as if saying, "over here, come over here"...and sure enough,
his little sister was swimming frantically in the tub of water...with
no ledge to get hold of. My Mom quickly rescued the little kitten,
toweled her off, and praised the little boy cat, even calling him a
Hero! I thought that was such a neat story to share. So thedilemma on the 'aching
acre' these days is what to call these little beasts of burden...stark
black, skinny little kittens...I think Hero is an appropriate name for
the young boy, and well his sister, she could be called damsel in
distress...that is my vote, Hero and Damsel.
Some cute Phin pics to tide you over.