We are slowly becoming used to each other:  human and feline.

I have had "Stormy" since the last severe storm outbreak (a few weeks back).  He has slowly gotten used to his new surroundings and is starting to act like a typical little kitten: full of mischief and never-ending curiosity.

My husband had been helping out with storm victims, looking for potential casualities (or fatalities), when he heard a soft, faint "mewling" sound.  When he cleared some debris, he was shocked to find a teeny, disheveled, bedraggled little scarp of trembling fur amongst the rubble.

Gently picking the kitten up as if it were a fragile piece of china, he cradled it tenderly in his big, muscular arms and then tucked it inside his shirt, where it would stay warm and safe.  He then continued on his mission until he came back home later that evening.

He came up to me, grinning like a little boy.  I asked him what he was up to: that was when Gray gently removed the little fur ball from the warm confines of his jacket.  By now its fur had dried, but it was a fitthy, dirty mess.  It was all grey (probably from allt he dirt layered in its coat) and its eyes held a look of fear.  It broke my heart.

Gray explained that he'd found the kitten amongst the rubble he was removing/cleaning up.  Apparently its family had either been injured or even killed.  It was a miracle that the kitten, especially one this size, could survive such a thing as a tornado.

We named the kitten "Stormy", in honor of its unfortunate beginnings in our lives.  When we'd cleaned it up, we discovered that it was a seal-point Ragdoll, with chocolate markings on its face, ears, and tail, creamy-beige colored fur, and four white paws.  He has huge, luminious blue eyes.  He was the prettiest thing we'd ever seen.  We fell in love with "Stormy" immediately, although it proved to be opposite for him until he got used to his new surroundings (and us).

Stormy now runs around in wild, reckless abandon, torturing the other family "child", our four-year-old cinnamon-colored long-haired chihuahua, "Paco", and providing plenty of non-stop entertainment for us.  Stormy might have had a rough beginning when he was literally dropped into our lives, but we couldn't be any happier ... and neither could Stormy.