Although I’m fairly anxious because of the latest twist in my life, I’m basically a sweetheart who has just had a rough time of it. My rescuer said, “One day I was cleaning around my shed when I heard baby kittens and their mother and I’ve been feeding them out there ever since. I don’t know where they came from, but I hope they all get good homes.” (I’ve got to second that last statement!) Now that I’m no longer in “kitten-bearing condition,” I’m ready to settle down and find out what living indoors is all about (it sure has been nice here except for all the feline competition!). A soft pillow or lap, a bowl of food, and a loving safe haven is all I ask. That’s not too much, is it?