By the time she was finished, Cole had Dahlia out in the round pen. She watched them for a moment, then decided to check on the kittens.
Sinking down onto the straw, she leaned back against the stall wall and watched as they clambered and played. She was amazed at how they seemed to get bigger every day. Since the day Cocoa had made his escape, Cole had placed chicken wire at the bottom of the stall door to make sure everyone stayed put. Stormy was able to climb out when she wanted to, but the little fur balls were obliged to stay where they were safe.
Thinking about the day they would be big enough to go to good homes of their own made her feel vaguely sad. But shed be keeping Arabella, and that made her happy. Jenny thought she might be able to talk Cole into keeping Stormy as well.
She was lost in her thoughts when Cole popped his head over the stall door. Figured Id find you in here with the little squeakers.