Two rays of sunshine
Monday was Presidents' Day, a typically uneventful holiday in my 30-some-odd years, but this one was different. I woke up at the unusually early hour of 8:00 a.m. (I work at night so I sleep late), called Shelby County Humane Society to inquire about a boy kitten I had seen on their Web site the previous day. His pound name was Ren and he was all ears (literally). Reminding me of a young Miles, the orange tabby who I no longer live with, I instantly knew he was the one. My sister graciously agreed to drive down to Columbiana with me, a 30-minute trek down treacherous Highway 280. When we got down there, Ren was brought out and was even smaller than I had imagined. When I asked about a gray tabby boy kitten, there wasn't one at the pound at that time, but one of the attendants came out with a beautiful seven-month-old girl named Bertha. The minute I saw her I wanted her -- her green eyes and beautiful markings were irresistable. An hour later I was home with two kittens who had ...