Candy, it appears, is oblivious to both me and the little kitten. Conversely the little kitten (whose name I can’t remember) and me are both very aware of Candy.
The year is 1963 and I think Candy (my first kitty), like me, is about five in the photo.
When I was reviewing the old photos with my siblings last week I was reminded that Candy was part of a feral litter that my mom found when they were all very small. Candy domesticated into a gentle loving kitty – but he still had a wild streak and places to go and things to do (which is likely where he is off to right now).
The hunt is, no doubt, on.