Escape Artist

This little kitty went up and over the wall today. I almost stepped on her when I came home from work. I will have to put the box on the floor instead of on the table top. The box is right next to my sewing machine where I can watch the kittens play while I work. They are soooo adorable. I have always loved cats and remember vividly going to pick up my first kitty - Ditty. She belonged to my bus driver, Mrs. Vandetten, hence Ditty. I must have been six or seven. My mother hated cats, but my father lobbied hard for me to have a kitten. Ditty had a litter but my mother made my keep them in the garage, in a tire. One day I woke up and ran downstairs to see my kittens and they were all dead - killed by the tomcat daddy. Ditty had another litter before my mother got her fixed. One of the only existing pictures of me as a child is sitting in bed with my kittens all around me. My mother decided Ditty had to go and gave her to a nurse friend. I was not happy. With a 20,000 square foot barn, I can have all the kitties I want - as long as I can feed them.