Oh heavens, it is most certainly kitten season.

This morning, Senyah told me there was someone meowing at the door. I
looked out the window and didn't see any cats. So I opened the door.
As I stepped outside, I saw a little bitty tail go around the corner.
I tried to sweet talk it into coming back, but to no avail.

Later, Senyah told me the cat was back, and just meowiing its little
heart out. Again, I looked out, and saw a little black kitten. When I
opened the door, it ran off again.

This evening, it came back. I veeeery slooowly opened the door. It
stayed in the bushes under our window.

I called to it, and it carefully walked toward my voice. Buster was on
thge airconditioner, looking down at it. I very carefully
steppedoutside, to see it it struggling to climb up the air
conditioner, and up under Buster, who was as amused as I was, I think.

Finally, I pick the kitten up. It climbs up to my shoulder and
head-butts my head, purring all the while. I bring him in to show
Senyah, then fix some milk-soaked crunchies which it devoured. Again,
purring the whole time.

Little Feet was curious and kept popping his head up over the TV tray
where the kitten was eating. Little Boy decided he hated the little
interloper, and glared at it the entire time. Dulce Mae didn't care -
she had Things To Do elsewhere, I suppose.

Afterwards, I was treated to some spectacular purrs, and head butts.

When he went back out, he decided that Buster had the right idea. He
is hangin' with Uncle Buster as I type this.

Here are some pictures (taken with my cameraphone which was handy, so
the pictures are not the best):

  http://tinyurl.com/4v2h46 or the full URL at

  http://professional-geek.com/personal/files/html/KittenVisitor.htm

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark