My oldest granddaughter Sarah, rescued another kitty while riding out Hurricane Harvey.  Talk about the luck of the draw, Sarah moved to Houston just a couple of months prior to the hurricane.   She was much luckier than so many people, as she was not on the first floor of her building.   She is a survivor by nature,  and managed to live off of her pantry, and freezer.   I am so proud of her tenacity!

How lucky was this kitty?  They found each other, and somehow many of us  need to rescue something fuzzy to keep us grounded!  So far all my grandchildren are the same.  Loving, compassionate, and kind!

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