Friday Kitten Blogging with a Little Divine Intervention

Six nights in which the temperature often dipped below freezing, when wolves howled and owls screeched, with rain and terrible wind.



That's how long this little 7-week-old kitten (Mabon for autumnal equinox)has been gone and feared dead. He was new to us, with no experience outside, no understanding of where we were in relation to anything else, and probably no idea of what the home looked like when he disappeared sometime Saturday morning.

Just over an hour ago, I heard a terrible noise outside on the deck beyond my office, looked out, and there he was, bony, loud, desperate to be home. He's eaten his way through most of the house now and he keeps jumping up from his bed by the fireplace to smell the dog's feet.