I have to confess to a great overwhelm as I've contemplated approaching this post. I have over a thousand pictures.... that's why I've put it off for so long but, finally, the story must be told!
It was last February.... One evening, when Lliam went out to the barn to feed the chickens, he found a surprise. In a box that we had made insulated and warm for the stray cats....
As it turned out, gray mama kitty did not appreciate us handling her kittens and, the next morning, when we came out, we discovered that she had moved them.
Then, one month later, the day before I was due to have another operation (silly, dang things, those operations!), Tom saw mama gray kitty moving her babies into the milk house. Tom opened the door and there they were. He scooped them up and brought them in and, instead of cooking dinners ahead and preparing for the next couple of days recuperating, I stared at and tried to tame wild, ferocious kittens.
Hisss!
Hiss!
Hisss!!
Hi...s....
Zzzzzzzz....
(it's hard work being fierce and ferocious, apparently!)
We very soon convinced them to bottle feed and to try a little bit of canned food...
(poor little hungry dears!)
Still, it was exhausting work, being cute...
and, finally, they began to call me 'Mommy'!
To be continued....
