In a fleeting moment...

A coworker of mine stopped by this morning to use the fax and say hi, and we got to talking about a recent stray kitty the honey and I had taken in and finally found a home for. She had been someone that was interested, but unsure at the time. She was in the process of closing on a new house and already had way too much on her plate, never mind introducing a new furry baby into her life. And then she told me about Kylie...

About 2 weeks ago, her nephew found a young and very friendly kitten in the road. He was concerned that it would get hit or hurt (it walked up to anyone and anything), so he took it in and gave it a temporary home, with the excitement of giving it to his girlfriend after they got back from a long weekend at the beach. The girlfriend's parents (both of the kids still lived at home) were less than thrilled with the idea of having a new furry baby and offered a hearty "no way", so the kitten was offered to my coworker. She went over the their house (just a town away) to meet the kitten, thought she was "just the sweetest thing", and said she'd think about it.

The following morning, the local news headline read "Lee County man drowns at Panama City Beach". It was her nephew. He got caught in a riptide and was pulled under... while he girlfriend was watching from the beach. He was 26 years old. He had just begun figuring out 'who he was', had a good job, and had fallen in love. His name was Kyle.

The kitten he rescued? She lives with the girlfriend and her family. They named her Kylie.