Something very strange happened two weeks ago (this Saturday). I went to my house to open the blinds for the day (I don't live there but still own it) and was walking from the carport to the back door when all of a sudden I spotted two little black lumps in the backyard, one by the patio, one by the back fence. I heard a faint mewling and yes it was a black kitten. I scooped it up and went to the other one, who did not move an inch. I thought it was dead but I picked it up and it was cringing in fear, tight as a curled-up caterpillar! I took both of them to the house and inside where it was cool. Both are six weeks old at most with hazel eyes and a small tuft of white at the throat (I think brother and sister but not sure!!). They were so thirsty so I put them in the bathroom with a water dish and went immediately to the store and bought some Kitten Chow and milk and disposable plates/bowls and cat litter. I went back to the house and they were asleep in a pile in the corner (so cute!). I fed them and prepared a makeshift cat box, which one of them used straight away. Since then, they have residence of my guest bedroom with plenty of toys (most of them Precious' old ones), a nice kitty cup and even a pink night-light so they won't be scared when I'm not there at night. I go over there three times a day to make sure they're well. They have taken to me and I to them. They're really opening up and I have tried placing them but since I live in the Southeast US, there's some sort of stigma about black cats so there's not exactly any waiting-lists for any so it appears I may end up keeping them. Which poses the question: Patches got along with multiple cats when he was being fostered so will he adapt to two baby kittens? (Patch is five years old.)
If you had told me this time last year that there would be such a dramatic change, I would have laughed until my sides hurt. But life goes by so very fast and we don't know what will happen day to day. All of you who have lost dear ones who were virtually children (as Precious was to me, and Tigger too though he was my dad's cat), please treasure every single moment with them! Hug them, kiss them, tell them how much you love them. They already know it but they love hearing it too! I told that to Precious every day he was with me, almost 19 years. I miss him so much but know he is looking down on me and thinking, She's broken the bank with three! I love them but not as much or on the level as Precious. Nothing can ever take his place. I'm considering myself blessed and that all of these babies are a gift. I hope all of you have adopted newbies as part of the family too and that all of you are recovering from such a horrible blow to your life.
Lisa
