22 x 26"
This is Angel. He was part of a feral litter born to a neighborhood cat that no one could catch. One day I heard a kitten screaming, searched the yard, checked under the deck, but saw nothing. After an agonizing day searching, I finally crawled under the deck and looked down a slender standing pipe with a flashlight. A tiny screaming face looked back. A fallen Angel. He was only a few weeks old, and had wedged himself so he couldn't move his paws. In desperation, I lowered a rope with a rag tied to the end. He grabbed onto the rag with his teeth, and I pulled him out. He was one wet, stinking, screaming kitten: scared but otherwise unharmed. From that day on Angel was my constant companion until he passed away at age 14 in 2006.