Young at heart.
It was early winter of 1997. We were leaving church on a Sunday afternoon when one of the high school students reported a meowing from her car. As we dug around under her car we found a very little, very young kitten. With huge eyes and a quiet hungry mew I took this little kitty home. I stink at pet names, so she is named, well, Kitty. She is a great cat, and even in her older age now, she still has fits of kitten that pop out occasionally. She has been through many houses, roommates, and now she lives with 2 little children. She has always taken it in stride. Her trademark huge eyes and face remain. Being so old, her kidneys are not what they used to be. I am happy everyday she is still with us and active.