I’ve got (they have me) two. Ralph, 8 now. And Winkie, 2.
Both street rescues as tiny kittens. Winkie was crying in a neighbor’s driveway the very day I was moving into a new place. I hollered up to her as she was on the porch that he was hungry. Her answer was he came from the apartments 2 blocks away and she didn’t want him. I whistled and called out kitty kitty and he came running.
The only damn food I had with me was a loaf of bread and that’s what he got. He scarfed down 2 slices like it was nothing.
I left him on the porch that night as I had to go back to the old place to finish up and get Ralph. Told the wee kid that if he was still there in the morning that Ralph would have a brother.
Oh boy, does he. Lol.
I kid you not, they are friggin angels from above.
Ralph:
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