Rory the Hiking Kitten

My Tuesday hiking group had just started our hike along the Tuscarora Trail in Virginia, when we heard a loud crying sound. It was a tiny black and white tuxedo kitten, all alone, meowing as loud as he could. He came out of the bushes and started following us along the trail, crying the whole time. He followed us down a road, through a farm, across a bridge over the Shenandoah River, and partway up a mountain before finally getting tired- it had to be at least a mile! I hoped he lived nearby, and would find his way home, but worried about him all day. Sure enough, when we came back down the mountain, there he was waiting for us. We couldn't just leave him there, so I carried him back to the car and decided to take him home. My husband and I already had two cats, and really didn't need a third, but I thought I'd either find him a home or make him a barn cat. Well, after a couple of days trying to keep him in the barn, he made it very clear that he did not want to be a barn cat- he wanted to be in the house with us! And that is where he has stayed- he is a tiny terror, always into something, chasing the older cats, knocking things over, etc., but he is also the most affectionate and loving cat I have ever seen. We named him Rory, short for Tuscarora- the trail where he chose me to be his human!
Joan D'Alonzo
Charles Town, WV