It’s definitely kitten season. The shelters are filling with unwanted kittens. You might see kids in front of grocery stores trying to give away kittens. Isn’t it a shame that too many people don’t think ahead and have their cats spayed/neutered if they don’t have a plan for any kittens that might result?
Kitten season for me is a time of joy and sadness—I love seeing and playing with sweet kittens, but it’s so sad that so many of them are in shelters or cat colonies and perhaps never experience the joy of a loving 
family.
This is also a time when I remember the kittens I’ve known—oh, so many kittens over the years, and so many purr-sonalities, of 
course growing into wonderful cats that I adored and pampered for their lifetime. I think we all have stories of how we came to love a kitten. I found Max in our woodpile one summer day, along with his two sisters. Max was with us for 17 years.
Katy came from a pet store and I adored her for 18 years. I remember many kittens from years ago and they all hold a special place in my heart. There was Misty, Crystal, Maggie, 
Callie…oh, so many kittens, Pom-Pom, Gus, Mandy…
Then came Olivia, who is the center of our world now and we are her everything. I’m sure most of you can say the same for the cat(s) you love.
