Last night, we heard some kind of animal making a crying kind of noise. David investigated and found a tiny kitten in our front yard. Adam fell in love immediately. David told Adam that if "Carmine" (Adam named the kitty) was still here in the morning that we could keep him
outside. Well, after weathering a severe thunderstorm in the middle of the night, I opened the door this morning to see Carmine sitting right there staring at the door.
We're pretty sure Carmine is a domesticated kitten who was dumped because he keeps thinking about darting inside and loves to snuggle up with us. Oh - and after checking, I'm fairly certain that Carmine might be a her - - but it's tough to tell when they are this young.
