The kiss of the sun for pardon,

The song of the birds for mirth.

One is nearer God's heart in a garden

Then anywhere else on earth.

Dorothy Frances Gurney

Stuey here just relaxing since it is rainy and I can't go outside! I want to explain where I came from to Heather. I was found last July by Mom stumbling across the yard, cold and hungry and barely five weeks old. We don't know how I came to be within hearing distance of my tiny meows but she heard me. I was so tiny I fit in her hand, my head being the largest part of my body. My tail was only a stubby few inches and I was a white and greyish brown color. But as you can see I have grown up. My mom just loves my large bushy tail. So that's my tale (get it).

I also want to say congrats! to my auntie for winning that award, check out her blog http://nollsnip.blogspot.com/ Noll is one bright and worldy meezer, makes poetry out of the simple things in life... You go Noll. SMILE :-}