My daughter came home to visit us this weekend, and we went on a walk with Luna out in the country. About half-way out, we past a farmers home and 4 kitties, 3 black and 1 gray ran out toward us. It was kind of cute, the gray one was shy and stayed back, and there were two more cautious ones and then a courageous one who ran right up to us. It was no bigger than my hand all furry. It ran up to Luna, Luna didn't know what to do. I was afraid she might eat it because she runs after our field mice in the yard and eats them. I picked the kitty up, first mistake. Well, we wanted to head back, but that kitty kept with us like he / she found a new friend. I carried her back, and told my daughter to go ahead so I could get the kitty back home. My daughter walked a few steps, then stopped and watched. She kept saying, "Ohhh, it's so cute!" I told her to keep walking away so that the kitty didn't see them. After she was down the road a bit, I started to jog away from the kitty. (Which, according to my PT, I am not supposed to run yet) Well, that persistent kitty kept right with me all the way down the road. So, I waved my daughter to keep going away from the kitty, and I turned around and walked the kitty back. By then my daughter was way up the hill and the other 3 kitties were already positioned against the warm house. The persistent kitty was positioned in the driveway and I started almost running (with a limp of course) away from it. I looked back after a good two blocks down and saw the kitty in the far distance starting to come after me, so I continued up the hill so that it wouldn't see me once I was over it. We got across the street and saw the farmer’s truck coming over the hill; he picked up the kitty that was running after us. Phew! It was safe!!! And that was our adventure story for today!