Not of the human kind or the building kind, of the kitten kind. A friend found a mama and litter of kittens in the crawl space where her furnace is and took them in. We just adopted one of the litter from the rescue group that is taking care of them. Her name is Clover and she’s ridiculously cute, which is a good thing, because I said I was done taking on the job of having animals. Now we’re back at the beginning. Here she is using my shoulders and pony tail as a hidey-hole. She actually took a nap draped across the back of my neck.
It’s all good. It gives the kids something to be responsible for, and they actually do the work I have to say. They always remember to feed and walk and take care of our animals, so it all works out. It will be fun to watch her grow and progress from scared and hiding all the time to confident and sleek. So far our other animals have taken little notice of her, so hopefully the gradual introductions will go smoothly.
My Red Door Days 