Once while I was walking through a small woods about five years ago this very month, I heard a sound not usual for these surroundings. No, it was not a bird, yet somehow I knew this sound. Stopping to hold my breath so as to listen better, I heard it again. The distinct sound of a kitten in distress!
High, high in the trees she was.
I looked and looked until finally I saw her face, tiny and white . I was positioned at the far end of the limb she was on and she was headed right toward me.
I watched in astonishment as she collected herself and began to look my way again mewing loudly as I crept through the underbrush to get closer to the trunk of the tree. She then followed me and was able to make her way down toward my reaching hands. I quickly pulled her from the tree and held her as she panted wide eyed. She was clearly a kitten who was lured through her own curious nature and perhaps somehow lost her way.
I took her home and she became Emma, queen of the household, ruler of her domain, feisty little spitfire, semi feral one.
....and this is how she came to have eyes of a different color.
One, the color of the sky, and one the color of the earth.