
Durk and Smoky (center) with his parents
A sweet, little, grey kitten made his way to TOM House. The next morning as we were putting up our “found” flyers, we saw a “lost” flyer on the telephone pole. One call and our neighbors were running down the street to be reunited with their baby.
The “reward”? We all named the affectionate bundle “Smoky” (with a promise to get him an ID collar).