It started with the hidden mewing when my stepson (Brett) and I got home from church and walked up to the front door.  We both looked at each other curiously, and then instinctively walked across the grass to the window well of the basement.  We looked down – and there she was.  Helpless.  Mewing.

Brett jumped down the well, scooped her up and handed her to me.  We brought her inside to feed her – so little and frail she was.

And then Kitty moseyed around and made her way to the couch, where she jumped up and snuggled herself to sleep.  I think this is where I fell in love.

Then the storm came.

It was time to take Brett to work.  We couldn’t put Kitty Kitty out in the storm.  But we couldn’t leave her in the house.  How would she and Woofie get along?  Who knows where she would go potty?

So we brought her with us, naturally.

And she curiously hopped around the car.

And became part of our little family.

Woofie has been so good to her… giving her her space and letting Kitty get used to her without being intimidating.  The first 36 hours Kitty hissed every time they would get close.  We taught Woofie to keep her distance.  Now, whenever the Kitty comes near Woofie out of curiosity, Woofie turns her face away from her, so as not to intimidate her.  I am praying they will be friends in time.

The sweetest dog ever, affectionately watching from the ground while I hold and pet Kitty on the couch.

I am taking name suggestions…

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