Well, the kitten has survived the week. Last night she followed the chickens to their house when night fell, but it is too little to get into the chicken house and too skittish to pick up.
It is still munching down on the old zucchini, and no doubt thinking, "Surely there is something better for us chickens to eat."
I managed to pick it up yesterday, but held it a bit too long and it chomped my finger.
It is so small I cannot tell its sex yet. But we are up for taking names.
It was a year before Kitty Carlisle got her name and that took the death of, well, Kitty Carlisle.
So, send us you name ideas....