[MHGinTN]

Well, when I found K.C. screeching in the kudzu, I didn't have a serrogate dog to bring him home to ... he wasn't old enough to have been weened and the car in front of me had thrown him from the window into the kudzu parch and sped off, possibly to 'sow' some more kittens. I stopped and got him into my car. When I got him back to my condo and gave him a flea bath and towel dry, he curled up beside my leg on the sofa and began 'nursing' on the tip of his tail. I fed him with an eye dropper for a few days until he learned to lap from a saucer.

Interestingly, he grew up to have a very long tail and continued to suckle on it even in adulthood. The purring was a most soothing sound at night or if I took a nap on the sofa. K.C. stood for kudzu cat. When I built my current house, K.C. took up with a Mockingbird and they could be seen wandeirng the farm fields during the day. ... I lost little K.C. a few years back to a speeding car down on the road by my house; K.C. learned to chase a tennis ball when he was little and I surmise he was chasing a big ol' greenish walnut frshly dropped fromt he tree by the driveway when he was hit. Loved that little cat too much. He lived six years. I expect to see him again, in Heaven someday

Sorry about that downer, folks. I'll get back up on the porch now.

[ariamne]

It’s just uncanny how these little varmints can worm their way right into your heart. : }