She was the first to greet you before you even got to the door. The little shadow that followed me into the kitchen garden and quietly kept me company. The pretty little poser at Connecticut Country House photo shoots (even when her cameo appearance was not needed). The sweet social butterfly at every occasion. Our kitty, Martha Luther King, has been a family member for over 14 years, and sadly after a prolonged illness, has passed.
People always asked if Martha was named after the famous Martha (Martha Stewart). The answer was no. So the story goes…Rick and Conor went to adopt a kitten. On the drive back home, Conor declared that the kitten’s name would be Martin Luther King (after just learning about Dr. Martin Luther King in an elementary school lesson). Rick turned back to him and said, “Honey, the kitten’s a girl”, and without any hesitation, Conor immediately answered, “then Martha Luther King”. This story always makes me smile, and that’s how I’ll always think of our Martha.