NR 6 (sorry Jack Daniels we are one behind you lol )

It survived!!! So tiny alone in the cold night but nature has its way.

Brock one of the oldest, took the little bundle and although he did not invite the attention, he was there for it. He had become famous. Being followed all day and at night being cuddled up to. Some times you could see the plea of "help me!!!" in his eyes as this babe was just to much!
















Still very wild, but learning the routine fast. The little grey and white, eagerly ate with the boys. Battling to chew the big boy food.

  I ignored it.This calmed the nerves, and I was curiously watched as every boy gets picked up at feeding time. Then the hugs follow and the ear inspection and just fussing. This is the only way I can keep them tame and share the love. As the feeding plate is put down I started stroking each of them. Then the grey and white. WHAT THE HELL was the first response and little paws sped off to hide in the bush. This continued until it ignored the stroke and would just keep on eating. It must have taken a good part of a week to get this far. Then one day, I reached down and picked it up briefly and put it down before it could struggle. WHAT THE HELL....and off to hide in the bush.

This continued until I held it close to my chest and stroked the head. Well Harvey Davidson, pls reinvent your stroke! This little one just took off purring with a roar louder than I have ever heard! and I have heard a few in my time.  My dear husbands comments was what now? Well I guess off to the vet for the first injections as soon as grey and white is old enough, I said.

"We have another child."

Now what to name it. We can not keep on calling it babe. Well lets see what the vet says as previously we named cats just to find out they were of opposite sex as to what we were told.

Two scared little eyes in the cat basket, looked at me begging, pls do not throw me away. First trip in a cat basket, car and Vet. What a eventful day for the 8 week old (just guessing the age lol )

"Well, We have a girl" the vet announced and I said "hi Molly"

She has grown in leaps and bounds and has given us our share of grey hair!

Always looking for a ruff and tumble

Leave me alone, I am the girl!

Miss Molly 8 months old +-

What a beautiful girl.

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Is it a Cat, rabbit or plane?

During the dramatic passing of my beloved Yoda there was an appearance...........Coming home on the 10 of December 2011, I was feeding the boys and caught a glimpse of what I thought was a rat or may be a babe rabbit.

It was dusk and in the fading light of the hot summer afternoon. I saw it again. Looked like..........well I do not know.  I saw white feet, very fast trying to make a run at the food tray but in a flash turned and went back into the “under growth” of the garden. The feeding cats noticed but just milled around a bit and kept on eating. 

This happened a few times.  Whatever it was was obviously very hungry and scared.  It looked like it was scared of the open space in which the cats were being fed. Soon most of the food was eaten and the boys had taken leave from the food. As cats do they were sitting around grooming themselves very content with life.  I closed my home`s back door and stood watching through the lace curtain.

 Then it came out! Slowly then with a plunge onto the food plate. As soon as any of the cats looked at it, it nervously moved around the plate. It was a tiny kitten.  I would estimate about 5 or 6 weeks old.

It was trying to chew the pellets but was battling to handle the hardness of the food. My first urge was to open the door and fetch it to come inside. But the little mite was as fast as lightening and very very wild. With a very heavy hart I realised there was no way I was going to be able to catch it and it was going to spend the night outside alone. 

Would it survive the night?