Monday night I buried a kitten. I was 'working' on my blog when our neighbor knocked on the door. Ms. Virginia and her husband had a ceramics company during his lifetime, and they made the most beautiful painted animals I have ever seen in mass production. Her house is a menagerie of these elegant little statues, I have never known such skill in a home based endeavor before. She had brought home 4 kittens from her friend's place, the friend was out of town and she was going to take care of these little furballs in her friend's absence. I heard her talking to my brother. I was already wearing my engineer boots, so I went back to her house with her to see what had happened. In the back of her car there was a box of 3 crying kittens, and one that was stretched out and cold. She told me she thought that one of the adult cats had smothered it, and while that was possible sometimes a kitten will just die. I know, this wasn't my fir...