On the rainiest day earlier this week, the kids came home to find this poor tiny kitty sitting on the front porch, alone. We don't know where he came from as we were not aware of any new babies. Of course, the other batch of kittens are beyond wild now, so that is a lost cause. Their mommy wouldn't claim this little guy, although, she does tolerate him catching a meal sometimes if we find her in the yard and put him with her.
Elle explains to him often how we don't know where his other Mommy is, but that we are his family now and that we love him very much - hmm, wonder where she's heard that? She also "tosses" him when she puts him down, so mostly she's a good mommy, but does need a little supervision. She doesn't understand why his claws are out and he scratches her though... He lives in a box in the living room. His eyes are open, although, he was asleep as Bryant was feeding him in the photos above. He cannot be older than two weeks... Guess we have a house cat, huh? He has no name though....
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