Daisy
Sunday, December 10th, 2006
Daisy was “picked” from a litter of kittens that were all born in the woods and had never been touched by human hands till she was seven weeks old. The morning after I caught her, she was purring in my arms and since then loves to be held and cuddled and of course loves the kisses… to and from me. My aunt (whose woods she came from) calls me the “cat whisperer”.