Clover

It breaks my heart to see a cat, especially a kitten, cowering in fear when I approach it in the tree. I feel so sorry for the little creature to be in the position of being unable to escape and forced to face, in his mind, the terror of a deadly attack by a predator. That is what I saw when I approached this small kitten hiding and trembling in the main union of a very large Oak tree. The tiny gray tabby had settled in an excellent hiding place there where two very large branches of the oak tree diverged and formed a comfortable, safe bowl between them about 25 feet high. She was safe there and well-hidden from view with plenty room to stretch out and sleep without any fear of falling. But then I poked my ugly head into the opening where I could see her, and she cowered, backed up a few inches, and held her head down so she could not see me, and then her body began to shake. I did my best to reassure her, but she was slow to be convinced. Her trembling didn't stop until she discov...