Ten years ago this very night a tiny kitten tumbled across the road in front of my headlights on a frosty, deserted road.

When I picked him up he weighed 14 ounces and could literally fit in the palm of my hand (which is a very small unit of measure indeed) and even though he was so small he was such a tiny ball of fury he nearly bested me (go ahead, laugh) and ran off into the night.
In the end I managed to get him into a box I had in the car and take him home.

Despite the first human words he ever heard uttered, "A Skunk!" he grew to be a wonderful cat
and lived here for the first eight years of his life before going to live with my brother.
This morning he came back to live with me for a while.

Welcome home, Mingo!
(As you can see, he's quite at home whereever he goes)

** now I just have to figure out how to break this to the other two... **
Wish me luck.

 

Oooh. Tough crowd.