Not long after dark, while talking to Double El, I heard what sounded like a kitten mew. Figuring it must be a bird, I kept on with the conversation. But after the third time I investigated and saw the eyes, reflected in the light from my headlamp, of, sure enough, a kitten!
At Cochise Stronghold, Arizona
Having found me on the Smith River, I named her Smith.
On my sleeping bag.
She traveled with me for about nine months until one day, outside Cedar City, Utah, she'd had enough and vanished in the night. (link is to blogpost with details)
As much as I miss her, I know she's bound to be happier where she is. She liked it cold and I like it hot. But we had some good times together.
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