Hee hee - I love kitties, too - but Grandpa knew if I attempted to catch and cuddle the probably 6-week-old kitten, Mama Cat - who ruled the barn, and was a great mouser, so rarely ate any other food offered her, and did not trust humans - would have shredded my arms before I even got to the kitten.

We can play, Grandpa is long gone, it's just that for some of us, instincts are formed early. We know other people thinking of apple-picking as fun, honest we do! The Orc would surely bruise the Wolf River and Northern Spy apples, so we'll send him over to pick the quinces, okay? And set him to hauling full baskets of fruit - they get heavy!