I was sitting at a traffic light, watching the cars go by when all of a sudden a dog, the boxer type, rushed through the traffic, dodging the cars to make it to the medium. He suddenly turned around and headed back through the traffic. Whereupon he was struck and was thrown through the air 50 or 60 feet landing in the middle of the right-hand lane. The light changed and I traveled through the intersection and was forced to stop because of the dog lying in the roadway. No one would stop, and I might not have either if it were not for the fact that he was laying so that I couldn't get past him. I was sure nothing could be done for him; the injuries were obviously fatal. As I got out of the car and began removing him from the road, I saw in his mouth, much to my surprise, a black ball of fur no bigger than my fist. I moved the dog to the side of the road where I discovered that that ball of black fur was a kitten. The dog had apparently rushed out to the medium to save him, since, during the whole ordeal, he never bit down or harmed the kitten in any way. It's been 2 years and she fits in rather well with our other 3 children...er...cats. We had always heard a farthing was a lucky coin, so it seemed appropriate to name her Farthing (Far Far for short). Above is a recent snap shot, I thought you might enjoy it.