Keats noticed her darting across the busy shopping mall parking lot and into some bushes next to the road. “Look, Mommy!” I pulled the van closer and parked, then hopped out and slowly walked over, afraid she would dart into the street. She hissed at me and scooted a few feet further into the bushes when I reached for her. I called Keats from the van and he held her attention so I could grab her from behind. Grocery shopping was certainly more interesting than usual that day, and it was all very exciting for the kids. They rescued a kitten, and they get to keep her. Her name is Em-Em and we love her. Trudy, on the other hand, thinks that Em-Em is ferocious. She’s terrified, the poor dog.