The other day, I pulled my car into my driveway and when I got out of the car, I thought I heard this crow dying. A shrill scream. I turned and looked and found underneath our pear tree this tiny, baby kitten, orange in color. I had no idea where it came from, but it was yelling its head off.
I brought it into the house, and Ed nearly blew up thinking I had adopted another kitten, but I didn't know what to do with it. But I called Quida, and she and Mom agreed to keep it.
Luckily, it was weaned, even though they found out it was only three weeks old.
Now we are trying to figure out a name for it. Mom likes Dinky, Quida likes Dobby. I like Throttle bottom or Doorknob. Ed likes Knockwurst. Other names: Tribble, Studmuffin.
More to come.