Last year on one of my days off I decided to go horseback riding at a stable about twenty minutes away from my house. Little did I know that I'd be coming home with a kitten (hey, at least it wasn't a horse). I peered into the kennel full of tiny mewing fur balls, pointed, and said, "May I hold that one?" Well, of course after holding the tiny black kitten in my arms I couldn't bear to put her back, sooooo she came home with me. The stable didn't have a box or anything to give me to put her in on the drive back home, and, let me tell you, trying to drive with a six week old kitten mewing and climbing all over the car is NOT a good idea! When I stopped at a stop sign, I plucked her up and stuffed her under my shirt for the rest of the ride home (enduring kitten claws on my bare torso where she tried to climb me - eesh). I knew immediately I would name her Luna (the Latin word for 'moon') as an homage to the blue moon we experienced the week I adopted her. She was the tiniest kitty I'd ever seen, and she still is relatively petite for a grown cat. I love her so much, she is just the sassiest little dickens. Preparing this post I looked back through most of my photos from last fall and winter and totally had a little sniffle fest - MY BABY IS ALL GROWN UP (at which point I scooped her up and smothered her with kisses and baby talk...she loved it, no she didn't, she actually ran away, haha, LUNAAAA COME BAAAACK...ok).