My husband's new girlfriend

I was at the post office waiting for my sister to come out. A guy comes out and points to the truck next to me and says, "There's a cat under there." I thought he meant under the truck, so I said I'd tell the guy when he came out to be careful. He gave me a funny look.

"NO, under the HOOD!" he said.

Well, I've had very bad experiences with that before. Terrified, I ran into the post office to find the owner of the truck. He came out and popped the hood. I expected carnage, but instead found a tiny, starved, ratty little orange kitten crouched on the air filter lid. He didn't know whose kitten it was, probably a stray, but it seems like she'd ridden there to Magdalena all the way from the Navajo Reservation, about 45 minutes away. Poor little thing. But she was completely unhurt, just hungry and thirsty.

I know. We have a non-profit animal rescue group and I should have tried to adopt her out to make room for future rescues. But it was love at first sight. It was mutual until she met my husband, and now I'm just the Food Lady. The kitten, Penstemon, and my husband are in love. And I have the photos to prove it.