There was a cemetery near Xenia, OH where a local farmer used to take his "excess kittens" and dump them. It was a favorite hunting ground for owls, foxes and other hungry critters. My son lived across the road from this cemetery and one day. as he was headed out to go to work, he saw what he thought was an oddly colored squirrel. When he got closer he saw that it was a tiny kitten, no bigger than his hand, but quick! After much dodging among the headstones, he finally captured her and brought her to me. Xenia was my love for 19 years and though I have loved other cats since, she will always be my angel.
M. K. AllenMILWAUKEE, WI
