August 2010
21/08/2019
June 2010
And here's Errol with Milo. This aristocratic little kitten was born much earlier in the year, but he and litter were fosters with cat flu that I helped out with. Errol, the sickest, was touch-and-go for days. He got very thin, his eyes were gummed shut, and he had to be fed with a syringe.
He pulled through, though!
But all his fur fell out. So he stayed with the foster family a little longer than the others who went back to the SPCA to be adopted, since he was a little kitten with no fur anywhere except on his head. He looked hilarious.
Then my sister happened to be wanting a cat, and the stars aligned, and we brought Errol home with us, a second adopted foster after Jack, who was a feral kitten. Milo and Twister were strays we adopted out of the garden.
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