Leona went and got the box, which was fastened shut and moving as the poor cats struggled to get out. Inside were three kittens -- two grey tabbies about 6 weeks old and an older kitten who looks like a purebred Siamese. She brought them to me that same night. All three were cold, thin, sick, and frightened. It's a mitzvah to help an animal in need, even if it is a stray and even if the suffering is not your fault. So of course I took them in.
The Siamese we named Koko after the famous cat detective in the "Cat Who" series. And he certainly does love to snoop around! Both cats are now doing fine and very bonded to me -- they cuddle when I lie down and sit on my lap whenever they can. And they come running every time I go in the bathroom, which is where I feed them so the other cats don't take their special kitten food. It did not take them long to learn where the goodies are!
My other cats have accepted them pretty well, with varying degrees of attention. Annabelle, who has always been a little grump, growls if they get too close, so she's not too happy about it. But Sapphire, my old blue-eyed neutered male, licks their faces and cleans them. Angel Cat doesn't go that far, but she lets them sit next to her. As for all the others, they seem to just sigh and say, "Here we go again!"
|Koko and Appleblossom curled up together.|
I'd call this pic "A Tail of Two Kitties!"