Yesterday was a bit of a downer of a post so I thought I would brighten it up a bit. We found a box of kittens on the porch where my step-daughter lived and died. She loved rescuing animals so we knew the box was her doing. Since most of her belongings were tossed out by the owners of the property we took the cats. We tried to trap the mama cat but she wiggled out of the trap and took off. So I bottle fed them.

One was the runt, Pizzy, the biggest, Gambit, and the other calico girl, Bean.

We kept Pizzy and Gambit and gave Bean to one of our friends who lost her son several years ago in a car accident.

Having the kittens has given us something to focus on. It also brings joy to us in many ways. Pulling cats off the streets of Philadelphia was always a big treat for her. We are not knew to fostering animals we have a whole menagerie due to not being able to let go of so many of them.

So when Pizzy, Bean and Gambit came to live with us it helped take the focus off the grief and focus on life.

Now every day as I get whacked in the head by a flying Gambit jumping from the stairs to the couch I remind myself this is our daughters way of still being around to torture us in a good way.