Snowflake

Snowflake had no future when we took her in. Her mother had chosen one calico female from her litter of 3. Just nature's way of selecting the more "fit" from the seemingly less fit caused us to select Snowflake for our future.

We don't know if her mother, "Mommason," rejected her for her frail physique or lack of color. We know that her mother stopped nursing her at 7 weeks and had killed and eaten most of one of her siblings, sex unknown. Perhaps the victim, which was also white, had been a male. Perhaps nature told Momason that females were more important than males.

We know how important Snowflake is to us today. From the moment that I picked her up she has been fearless. Snowflake fears no cat, no man, no woman. Is she stupid? Na, I don't think so. She's supper loving. That fifty-cent word, "wonderful," surely applies to Snowflake. The wife calls here "adorable." A word I've never learned to use.

So it is with Snowflake, my baby kitty.

Eddie Evans
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