Like many felines, Little Bear’s origins are shrouded in mystery. For our family, our paths crossed some years ago while we were driving home with our young son. His sharp eyes caught what we adults had missed, a very small black shape in the middle of street. He yelled, “Stop! It’s a kitten!” and we hit the brakes. Sure enough, it was a tiny black kitten alone in the middle of the street blending in with the black asphalt in the dusk. She was uninjured; but appeared to be about 1 month old. Despite a thorough search around the immediate area, we could not find any other kittens or adult cats. Given her dangerous circumstances, we brought the little furball home. When nobody responded to any of our fliers to claim her, she found her home with us. Our son gave her the name of Little Bear, and this is her domain.
