Hello Kitty!

Though these kittens are only six weeks old, they just had their first brush with death, and it came in the form of two two-year olds. L & M zeroed in on the kitties like two little tornados; grabbing their fur, picking them up by the necks and holding so tight it was close to strangling. Ryan and I were caught off guard by this little display of affection, and tried as hard as we could to get the girls to be gentle. In turn, they just squeezed the kitties harder. I hadn't realized a six week old "meow" could be so loud. Well, we ended up having cut our visit short, though we knew gettting back in the car would rip our girls' hearts to shreds. They cried the whole way home. Then they didn't want to visit with Patches because she is the "mama cat." London even made her way halfway across the street in an attempt to find the home of the kitties. I guess it wouldn't have been a good idea to bring one home as our pet. We will let them stay safe in Mount Pleasant. At least the kitties will have plenty of stories of how they cheated death for their posterity.