Today is National Kitten Day.  May I have an "Awe."  Every body loves a kitten, right?  Well, everyone except my mother-in-law.  Now don't get me wrong, my mother-in-law really was a lovely person, and mostly very kind, but she did not like cats.  And kittens simply grew into cats so no thank you.  She considered cats to be evil looking and was positive they could steal a baby's breath.  Did I mention she was born in 1898 so she did have some old fashioned ideas.  When we were first married, and when out children were very young we had two small dogs but when we lived in the country in Ohio a kitten came into our lives.  Our neighbor girl found her abandoned along the road and begged me to take her because her family's two big cats did not want an intruder.  So we adopted the kitten and named her Buckeye.  Because we were in Ohio an because she had a black spot on one shoulder the size and shape of a buckeye.  Our vet, an Ohio State grad, assumed she was named for the college and I never told him otherwise.  He loved her.  Our miniature dachshunds adapted eventually to the newcomer.  My mother-in-law, not so fast.  In my defense, I never knew she didn't like cats until we got one.  I must say here that she was never mean to Buckeye, she would just shoo her away whenever she came near.  Now it is a peculiar thing with cats, they can sense who doesn't like them, and are evidently determined to correct the situation.  Whenever Mom came to visit, Buckeye made sure to spend a lot of time trying to get in her lap.  It never happened, but cats do not give up.