Kats in the hause

We have four little kittens who have been under our foster care for the last month and a half now...

Brendan and I are pretty much totally in love with them, but with Levi still being so young and difficult, already having two cats, and now the arrival of my childhood dog, we just can't spare the room. Not to mention the expense of four more animals in the house.

The mother clawed into our crawlspace through a small grate that vented it. I don't think she was a very experienced mother, as she left them a lot and we heard them crying all the time.

We found baby Juno first. Her tiny mew broke my heart, and after about 12 hours of enduring her calls, I opened up the crawlspace (after first lifting a few deck boards, as I thought she was under there) and there she was... her little pink nose and tiny white body calling up to me.

I pulled her out, and after the day I had had and all the trouble we went through getting to her, I cried.


She was fully bottle fed, and is such a love bug. She will make someone a great lap cat.

Bombshell came next. She was heard about two weeks later, crying and scratching and trying to get free. I opened up the crawl space and there she was! Her color took my breath away! It is amazing how two completely different looking cats can come from the same litter. She was a wreck for a few days, and then finally adjusted to life in the bathroom with her sister. Juno wanted nothing to do with her at first, but now you never see one without the other.

If I had to keep one I would keep Bombshell... but then I would be forced to keep Juno as well, because you just can't separate them.


The strangest cats were the last two, Koshka and Hex. Koshka wasn't in the crawl space, he was sitting in front of our bedrooms french doors as if left there by his mother.
I came out, picked him up, and there above me on the houses overhang was his mom, staring down at me with her harvest yellow eyes. She could have jumped me so easily, and done real damaged, but she didn't.

Hex was in the exact same place, but the next day. She was curled up in a little ball, and I thought "Oh god! Shes dead!" I went out and moved to pick her up and she lifted her little head and hissed at me. "Oh, thank you Jesus!" There again was the mother, balancing on the fence, watching me. She hissed quietly and took off.

I saw her a few more times in our front yard, but haven't since.