The wee kitten with the grace of good will nearly two weeks ago after a week of horrid Iowa cold zero to ten degrees the little kitten was caught,
I will never forget the look she gave me as she ran,
Stopped glanced back,
Then disappeared round the corner,
Next day she so wanted to be in,
She would call to her mom who was inside,
I would take all babies heartless pieces of crap planned on dumping like trash,
Babies are hearts,spirit and souls,
I wish you all could see the tiny one looking down at me on a box of books on an orange afghan and a grey fuzzy blanket,
Miss Molly is as sweet as my Miss Teddi I lost last week,
Long powder puff hair,grey and white,
And as a dear friend who resides deep in my heart Mary Florence Jean Ryan Fitzgerald would say she was being watched over. Not a bit of frost bite,a little gunk in hers eyes a bit of spit took care of that.
Got to read a little then go to sleep got a book to mail off on the morning to Mississippi and a box to Georgia then go to Decorah,Iowa to change my oil and get a new windshield wiper its one hundred and sixty miles round trip.