Fuzzy Shoulder Angel

I am so tiny, I have a hard time seeing anything above ankle level.  I'm even smaller than my brother from the same litter, a little shorter but 1/3 his weight.  I don't like that I can't see anything, especially when I smell food.  So when Mommy is making lunch, I climb her leg from the floor to her shoulder to watch what she's doing.  I'm ready to assist her in eating meat and cheese at a moment's notice because I'm sweet that way.  I really like helping. But sometimes, people get kind of upset when I try to climb them with my little claws.  I don't get it.  I guess they don't understand how sweet I can be for them in case they have any extra food.  All I want to do is sit like a shoulder angel and descend like a predator onto unsuspecting cheese.  I guess I'll go climb Mommy instead.  

Companion Cat

My people heard of a sweet, elderly lady who was sad that her husband had died. The daughter of this sweet lady was worried that she was all alone and needed someone to live for and be her friend.  So she called and asked about us kittens.  The sweet lady wanted a girl kitten, but the only ones left [other than me] were boys.  But then my people decided to give away the cat in the picture, Cleo, to help that sweet lady get her smile back.

The sweet lady showed up, ready for Cleo with an entire box of cat food.  And now, that lady has someone to love and someone to live for.  And Cleo no longer has to fight with the dogs, who chased her around, or us kittens, who she didn't like very well.  I think she'll be much happier there.  I'm much happier with her there, too, because she no longer hisses at me.  Have a happy life, Cleo and sweet lady!

Mama?

                                              Mama's latest batch [us] getting a bath

I think they found Mama, but I don't know.  I don't really remember her.  It's been five weeks since my people found me.  That's over half a life time ago.  But they put food in a trap for her, and she came in.  Her face looks like my brother's, and her body like my sister's.  They fed her for over a week and took her to the vet to stop her from making more and more and more of us.  The vet even confirmed she had had babies.  My people were so excited that they told EVERYBODY they had caught Mama.

Then the day after they set Mama free to keep the territory clear of other strays, a new cat showed up leading another line of kittens.  I'm pretty sure I heard my people groan.  I'm wondering when I get to meet my new playmates.

Ruru's Story

That picture is me, Ruru. I am an 8 week old kitten. I love my people, and they love me.

 6 months ago, long before I was born, my people found a cute batch of kittens that were one week old. They were born on the birthday of Alli, the family's angel baby baby, who had died five years before. The kittens were found a couple of days after their girl's birthday. Their girl had been praying for a kitten, but the family decided two cats were enough. When the family took in these kittens, they decided their angel baby had given their little girl a present for her birthday, the best present of all: kittens! Because our mama left them in the cold for too long, two of them died and went to be Alli's kittens. But our people were able to save four. They kept Baby, my older sister, who looked then just like I do now. The other three were adopted to relatives at almost eight weeks old.

Sadly, one of them never grew.  While everyone else doubled and tripled in size, he stayed forever 10 ounces.  Just after little Kovu was adopted out, he stopped being able to eat, shuddered, and died of a birth defect.  Everyone was very sad.

Then three weeks ago, the same mama cat dropped us four of us off in the family's dog kennel.  The dogs adopted and loved us, but one of them was accidentally trampled.  The family found the three that remained and saved them.  One of them is Toothless, my brother who is still with me.  Three days later, Mama brought the other three to the dog kennel.  The family took all six of us in and loved us.

But for several days, while my brothers and sister grew around me, I did not put on any weight.  They were afraid I was going to be just like Kovu.  Day after day passed, as everyone around me grew to one pound then one and a half, and I stayed tiny.  Until they had a lot of people pray for me.  And suddenly, overnight, I started growing and growing.  I will probably never be as big as Toothless, the one brother I have who hasn't gotten a home yet.  But I'm happy and healthy.  Hooray for prayer!