On Halloween we decorate our house. We have an
entry way with a fountain. In this fountain, we put dry ice to make the
atmosphere spooky for the kids that come to the door. Also on Halloween,
we put a child's gate across our doorway, so no little kitties slip out
the door when we hand out goodies.
On Halloween night, 1994, a young lady asked if
we had a grey kitten. I said yes, Annie and DeeJay are both grey. She said
that she had found a kitten. I told her both of ours were inside. I gave
her candy and off she went. 
About a half hour later, it was time to replenish
the dry ice in the fountain. My husband said "Honey, guess what's
out here?", and he brought in the cutest little grey fluff ball. Such
an adorable little boy and so affectionate. He looked like a little bear,
a gentle bear. I named him Ben.
Ben got along well with Kirby, the kitten we had
found the day before. This was good, because they would play together and
leave the older kitties alone.
Our vet put Ben's age at about four months of
age when we got him. We celebrate his birthday on July 4.
Benny has a very high pitched meow and a wonderful
purr. . He isn't much for being held in your lap. He doesn't mind riding
on your shoulder or being held like a baby in your arms as long as you
are standing up. He likes to have affection heaped upon him when he is
on a counter or in a bathroom sink.
He didn't much care for Junior when they first
met. Junior thinks it is a great sport to chase the cats that run from
him. He is only in it for the chase, mind you. Ben finally realized, hey,
I can stop and hiss at this dog, and he will run with his tail between
his legs. This realization made friendship possible. Now, Benny will allow
Junior to sniff him and Benny will give Junior a body rub.
Ben is a joy.
