this morning my brother called me to come from the porch. i was way behind in the kitchen, mind you. yeah. we sorta yell in the house. heh.

so i came out and saw nick and steph playing with this lil ginger-orange kitten. it was so cute. it came all the way to the porch. we, figuring it was some poor, homeless kitty, gave it some biscuits.

we played with it for a bit and then my neighbour came out. calling for one of her cats. she keeps cats. they always do their business on our grass. hers, or some other stray cats. i wouldnt know. i never actually caught them in the act. i just walk out one day and i see it there. i don't recognize her cats anyhow.

so, auntie kee was calling for one of her cats. and as far as i know, she doesnt have any kittens. all the same, i didnt see any harm in asking if this one was one of her's.

mana tau, "oh! the orange one right? yes, its mine. bad cookie. must cage him up dy." so we handed our poor, homeless kitten back to her.