Verana and Thumbellina are the little black 3-week-old kittens that made their way into our hearts this weekend. What a thrill it was to share with Kendall and Savannah the excitement of these sweet little castaways. Their mother had been seen for several weeks and then next thing we know, she's gone but these kittens remained strewn across the front yard.
We fed them milk with a medicine dropper. Tore up newspaper to make bedding. We even found a stuffed brown gorilla to place in their box. They think he's their mother.
It's really taking me back to when I was young and raised any number of creatures that were in our yards in Pittsburgh and Ohio -- from baby pheasants to bunnies. Like that infamous time Auntie Pops stowed a kitten in her room unbeknownst to Grams and Grandad. One problem. She soon found out that she's allergic to cats. Eyes swelled up like Will Smith in Hitch. What fun!
But later today they will be given to someone who can ensure they live every bit of their nine lives. Now that we've had two black cats cross our path, I think we're just about ready for Halloween.


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