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I have a confession to make. I fell in love yesterday.

When Michelle pulled out the little bundle from a cardboard box, wrapped in a small towel for warmth, naturaly I was curious as it wiggled. Then the adorably ugly face popped into view, and that's when I fell in love. The kitten is only 3 weeks old. Michelle and her significant other pulled into their vet's parking lot a week aog Saturday, on a strong impulse. They found a cardboard box sitting on the front porch- and the office was closed and would not be open until Tuesday. Inside the box was the kitten- completely hairless except for her face, eartips, paws and tail, with the eyes still shut. They took the kitten home, warmed her and fed her every two hours. She survived the week (with a trip to the vet's after it opened).

But that was the highlight of my day in the rain, cuddling the kitten and keeping her warm, and giving her the occasional bottle. It was simply delightful, and I wish I had my camera with me for that alone. She's just old enough to try standing, but not actual walking yet, and she's just a teeny bit bigger than my hand.

For irrelevant thought- I woke this morning dreaming my family had moved into Falling Water (the famous house by Frank Lloyd Wright), and I was living in an upstairs apartment. Even odder, I was sharing my digs with my older brother, Jim Carrey. Who, of course, isn't my real brother. I think that was the oddest part of the whole thing, because he was being Mr. Famous Movie Star, worried about the bad press of living with his weird younger sister.  ¶ 11:50 AM