Here’s a picture of my two kitties, Brisco and Bowler, looking out the window. This was taken last month, and as you can see, they have grown! They’re no longer the little kittens we brought in last May.
I’ll give you a link to an album with some of their kitten pictures. Most of these were taken in April before we brought them in for good. As you will see, there was a litter of three; they had a black sister that I named Becky. We found these kittens under our deck when they were just a few weeks old. So tiny! They cried when we picked them up! We didn’t know where they came from, and we weren’t going to adopt them because we still had our old cat, Kitty. But I fell in love with the little female, and had my heart set on adopting her. I cuddled her and spent lots of time with her, just waiting until she seemed old enough to be weened from her mother, a black neighborhood stray. We also finally decided to adopt the gray one as well, because he was soooo cute. We had nothing against the black male, but knew we couldn’t adopt THREE kittens—it was just too much! So we were going to find a good home for him. I didn’t pay too much attention to him simply because I didn’t want to get attached.
And then on May 1, we saw the mother and her kittens wander out of our yard. We didn’t know where they went, but the mother came back with her two boys and no Becky. I was devastated! I had no idea what happened to her! We didn’t know if she’d been hit by a car or if someone snatched her or what! But I felt like I’d lost my “daughter”! Yet, even though he wasn’t female, I felt I had to adopt her black brother, mainly because he looked so much like Becky, I had wanted a black cat, and I couldn’t bear to give him away. So a week or so later we ended bringing in the two brothers. (Once again, I’m raising two boys!) We took them to the vet and had them checked out, got their shots, etc.
And THEN, a few days later, three ladies appeared at our door asking if we’d seen two kittens—a black one and a gray one. We said yes, that we had adopted them and brought them inside to be our housecats! Well, one of these ladies, who lived about four houses away, said that she always fed the stray mother cat and that the kittens had been born under HER deck (her second litter) and that the mother moved them when they were a few weeks old! And when the mother and her kittens left our yard that day, they went to visit this lady and she grabbed the little black female to keep for her own! Stupid lady. Wahhh! AND, this lady had promised the other kittens to the two ladies who were with her! So if they had gone to visit this lady one more time, she would have grabbed them, too, and I would have had no idea what happened to them! This after spending weeks cuddling and playing with them, treating them as my very own, just waiting for them to be old enough to take away from their mother! Well all I can say is that we lost Becky, but at least we brought the two other kittens in just in time. We still see Becky sometimes—apparently her new owner lets her outside. She’ll walk up on our deck, but runs away if we open the door. She doesn’t even remember me. She looks exactly like her all-black brother Bowler. And both black kitties look just like their mother. Brisco looks exactly like the cat we THINK is the father—one who occassionally makes an appearance on our deck but also runs when we open the door. So anyway, that’s the story of the kitties. They are right at home here and no longer cry when I pick them up. In fact they love to be held, especially Brisco, who will RUN across the room and jump up on me. They also love each other. Brothers forever!
Here’s the link to my Photobucket page—just click on the “Kittens” album. http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v228/cindybin/
