A little what?

One summer, as my husband and daughter and I were outside at the patio table, we heard tiny far away sounding meows.  I started investigating as to where the noise was coming from.  Ah ha!  Behind the shed I found three baby kittens maybe three weeks old.  Two were fluffy gray and one was pure black.  We all held one.  It was our neighbor's cats babies. I had been wanting an orange kitten for quite some time and even though they weren't orange, I was smitten.  We all agreed that we would keep one and raise it.  But which one?  We played musical kittens, taking turns holding, inspecting and cooing to these babies.  We all agreed on the black one.  We returned the other two for mommy cat.

Off to the store for kitten formula and I wrapped the kitten in a kitchen towel to keep it warm.  I figured if he didn't take the bottle, we could give him back to mama cat.  All was well.  He thrived.  Now for a name.  Cubby says my husband.  Blackie says my daughter.  I wanted something different, unusual.  As we talked, my husband insisted on Cubby because he looked like a little bear.  That's it! Little Bear.

Little Bear has grown into a beautiful black cat with a personality all his own.  He has impacted our life so much that he was the logo for my jewelry store for years.  My name, his face, fitting!

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