Delusions of Mediocrity

I lost my newest baby tonight. She was barely a month old, didn't know that under a chair is not safe place for a kitten. She left for the Rainbow Bridge about an hour or so ago, I think. My Dad kept an eye on her to see if she came around after she got caught under his chair (recliner type), but she never moved again.

There are four more kittens... but Mirabelle was my little dancer. My precious little tortie and white baby with two black-furred eyes. I have pictures. I won't forget her.

It hurts a lot, though.