Saturday, November 7, 2009
This is a picture of me in August of 2007. I'm at Cobbs, which I wrote amply about earlier this year. I'm holding a kitten that was adopted by the campground after it was found living semi-feral in the woods. The workers there named him Ringo, but all my family and I just called him "Little Kitty". He was a tiny guy, but he was a crazy good hunter.
He always knew the best places to look.
This is a picture of me today holding Roosevelt.
She hasn't really demonstrated any real capacity for hunting, but I did catch her attempting to spar with a lit candle the other day.
I like to think that we subconsciously picked Rose because of Little Kitty, but I honestly didn't remember how similar they were until I looked back at my old Maine pictures the other day. It's pretty crazy!