Miss Violette had been gone just around 3 weeks.  I was still in great pain
and DH was very sad.  It was a year ago at the beginning of November.  We
had come home after a long day of work and the weather kept getting worse.
As we sat in the van having the last cigarette the wind kicked up so strong
that we figured we needed to go in and jail the cats in case of tornado.
There had been terrible storms in Indiana and even some killed so we were
concerned as it usually comes straight across the state.  So in we go to
start the kitty caging but no!! wait...

as DH is getting the key in the door over the high winds we both here it,
you know, that cry that only means, help me, I am a little kitten and
totally alone... so DH goes in the house, gets that huge flashlight, you
know the one that takes those honking D batteries and crawls around under
the bushes and pulls out a tiny kitten...

We took her in and weighed her, she weighed 9 ounces and her eyes were still
partly blue.  The best we can figure we startled mom cat when we came up to
the door.  she looked to be well fed and pretty clean so we must have
spooked mom mid move.

Instead of caging our cats we went to Wal-Mart for KMR, which I had to
explain to DH about and he then proceeded to get it, feed her and now
Stormmee thinks DH is her mom.  She ignores me unless he leaves the house,
and then its MY fault HER mom left.  She will actually grumble and cuss and
run after him if he leaves a room.  She looks like a basic gray torby but
has quite a bit of Siamese, she can jump very high straight from the floor,
wants her shoulder ride every day and talks and cusses most of the time.

I had no intention of getting more cats as I knew the ones we had were
getting older and that they will probably need increased medical care as
they age.  That however is not what bast, G*D and probably Miss Violette
wanted for us, it is no coincidence to me that Stormmee was born right
around the time we helped Violette to the bridge,

Lee