Lucky

I used to frequently ask Lucky, “Lucky, do you want to hear the tale of how I found you?,” while he sat on my lap. He would give me a look that seemed to say, “Mom, not again!” I would then start the narrative. “Your mum had to mow the yard on a steamy summer day. The moment she stepped outdoors, she heard a small meow. A small black kitten was there as she rushed to the bushes where she had heard the meow. Lucky you, that is! You were so little, you could fit in my palm. You needed bottled milk until you were able to eat regular cat food, so I brought you inside. Look what a handsome boy you are right now.