Picking Out Cats

I picked Tiger, the Wonder cat, out of his litter at about 6 weeks old.

I chose him because he had the cutest half-white nose I had ever seen.

My first move was to let him out and about (we were in Maine), and I can still remember people on the shore shrieking "Who would let this little kitty out?"

They clearly missed the point. He would return, vole or mouse in mouth to show off to me, and leave it to me to clean up the remains.

Dang. He still does it 10 years later.