|But what a cutie!|
Of course it was love at first sight, for both of us I dare say. He was so tiny I held him in a ball cap for the drive home. It took a few days for Durst to agree to let him into our lives. I named him Kipling. I’m not sure why, I just liked the sound of that name for a cat. Kipling was a Siamese mix, some sort of lynxpoint and a beauty with large blue eyes and a silky, strong coat.
A cat really does improve the garden.
The summer evenings after work were a delight for me to be out in the garden, along with my two Pomeranians, Tassi and Monti, and Durst and the new kitten. While the pets explored and napped under the peonies, I’d be weeding or pruning or transplanting something.
It was a glorious time.
There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten. ~Jules Champfleury
|Merry Holidays from Kipling|
|Kipling in the Garden|