Darling was one of the best kittens in the world. She wagged her tail, ran out to greet us when we arrived home, and would climb up my pantlegs and repose on my shoulder. She (along with Lorraine, of course) would go for mile-long walks with Matt and I through the pasture, sometimes getting a bit disorientated in the corn. She would climb the ladder and sit on the roof while the men worked. She never tired of Fyo pouncing on her. She was the sweetest bit of fluff in the world, and will be missed.