Evaristo and I were on our way home from a walk with Rio. Rio was eager to get home, he looked a bit tired and thirsty. A block away from our house, a small meowing sound interrupted the conversation Evaristo and I were having. As we got closer to an olive tree, the little meowing got a wee bit louder and perhaps a wee bit more desperate. At just that moment, a very large Rottweiler named Patty or Lucy or Tiny or something equally ludicrous emerged from the house in front of the olive tree and began a very slow and deliberate walk towards Rio, her head held perfectly still, her eyes fixed on him, all her body muscles flexed. I scooped Rio up and held him close while Lucy or Patty or Tiny's owner began saying something to the effect of "Oh, she's a doll! Wouldn't hurt a fly", completely oblivious to the clearly aggressive body language her dog was displaying. With Rio safely in my arms, I turned to find the source of the meowing. Evaristo had already found it. A very small mouth was crying for help from the olive tree, trapped in a jungle of leaves. Evaristo climbed up and rescued the small little crying kitten. It turns out the small little orange and black patchwork colored cat is a girl. We named her Kuma and she is now part of the family.
