It's not easy to type with a 1.6 lb kitten trying to attack your fingers. Willow is a found kitty. A friend found her, wet, cold, and frightened, hanging out at the dump. Since it wasn't convenient for my friend to keep the kitten, I was delighted to do so. Willow went to see the vet on Jan. 6, the day after she came to live iwth me, and said she though Willow to be about 5 weeks old -- far too young to be away from mama, but old enough to be eating food on her own, thank God. She's just a goof, and has brought a lot of laughter into the house. Schatzie loves her, but Willow isn't yet convinced that Schatzie should be allowed to stay. :)

It always amazes me how much time passes between blog or journal entries. I always say, "I'll try to do better," and I always mean it!