In the fall of 1995, Floyd and I (before children) purchased a home on 5 acres in Ypsilanti, Michigan. The house needed cosmetic work: vinyl siding and repairs to the upper porch. Early one morning, a construction worker found two abandoned kittens on the road and brought them to me. I immediately took them in and gave them food and water. They were the cutest, all gray, long hair, balls of fur. I named them Sage (male) and Cinnamon (female).
My family had owned dogs, I had owned cats as a young adult, but Floyd came from a No Animals At All family.
Not having had a kitten for a long time, I mistakenly made them a bed on the back porch and in the morning they were gone. Read more