My horse had her own kitten. The kitten was black and white. Her name was Megan. I only called her Megan when I was mad at her. I used to call her Morgan Mule. I called her Meg for short.
She had her own black and white kitten, and she got skunked. She must have thought it was her kitten.
She was running to me, because I had whistled for her. And she stopped dead in her tracks and wouldn’t move.
I walked down. I thought something had happened. And then I smelled her.