Just three months ago, my daughter and I visited the local shelter and adopted two grown cats. One, Alley Anna, had been at the shelter the longest, about 4 years, so my heart went out to her. She is a very sweet cat, about 6 years old, a dark tiger with beautiful emerald green eyes (I should have changed her name to Cleopatra since it looks like she has heavy black eyeliner on the way pictures of Cleopatra do). The other is a gorgeous cream point Siamese mix with powder blue eyes (slightly cross-eyed). He'd only been at the shelter a few months and is about a year and a half old.Well, it took them a while to settle into our house. They were very scared and hid in my closet together most of the time. But a couple of months later, my daughter and I were driving out of the supermarket parking lot when she pointed out something in front of her in the middle of the lot. A small, dark thing. A huge black crow was hovering above it. Well, it was a tiny kitten, shaking with fear and meowing piteously. So, we scooped it up and brought it home. He became "Oreo," as you can see in the photo, because of his coloring. He is the most loveable, cuddly kitten imaginable and is already about 3x the size he started out.
