I ended up raising two kittens on bottles after Ed found them in our shed. There were three and they obviously were not being fed any longer cause all three were weak when found. We’re assuming something happened to the wild mama kitty. The third baby did not survive, but of course I fell in love with the other two and yes, they are still here.
This is Ashes, I never could get her sister to be still. I cannot settle on a name for the sister cause I didn’t name them until recently.
You know, if I didn’t name them I wouldn’t keep them.
If I didn’t take photos of them I wouldn’t keep them.
Ha! Joke is on me….again.
She’s a spoiled little girl and I’ve shared photos of her several times. She’s calm and photogenic and happy to be on her perch in front of the window inside the old farm house.
I haven’t taken a whole lot of photos lately, too hot and tired most days, but decided today I needed to fix that! I got out with my iPhone and went nuts. I’ll share a few of those soon, must play with them a bit in this or that app first though.
I did take a few photos of my Mom’s new kitten earlier this week. Tiger is a sweetheart! He makes me want a kitten until I remember they grow up!
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I recently shared a photo of one of the farm kitties indoors at the old home where they are tucked safely away at night and allowed out during the day.
Here’s another as I was outside shooting in. The name Bobbie stuck because she has a bobtail. She just showed up one day and I’m pretty sure she is glad she did. She’s been spayed and has a good life considering her previous owners didn’t care much about her. They obviously dropped her off to fend for herself. And you know what? They were wrong about her; she was worthy of being loved and taken care of. Hope that karma comes right back and bites ‘em in the butt!