About six months ago, we had a litter of kittens wander into our backyard. After that first day, they all scattered into the wind and we didn't see any of the kitties for a while.
Except for this one... Oliver showed up within two weeks in an absolute sad state....As I said in a previous post, he had a broken leg and three breaks in his tail. He was starved and weak and near death. As you can see from his photograph, he is doing very well now!
He is six months old and the most appreciative affectionate cat I have ever known. He is learning the house rules. He has learned what furniture is off-limits and where he is welcome in the house. Pretty much where ever since he can dart into a room in an instant! He still needs work on his table manners as he jumped right into my dinner plate last night. It is only the second time he has jumped up on the table. But, he was tossed out into the backyard and I'm pretty sure he will not be jumping on the dinner table again.
His sense of balance is not good. With three breaks in the tail, he doesn't stay on the windowsill too well and walking along the top of the fence is a bit of a challenge. Cats need their tails as a balancing tool and his is shaped like a question mark. But, other than that, he is perfect.
We have an elderly chihuahua that was very welcoming to our little vagabond kitty and she has provided friendship and face baths to his daily routine. One of the most interesting things about this little kitty is that his mother cat has returned several times for a visit. They lay on the patio at night during the ten o'clock news and Oliver bathes her face and welcomes her into his food bowl. I've never seen a male cat allow another cat into his yard, never mind his bowl! A very rare thing, I believe. We also saw two of the six kittens return for a few months after we started taking care of Oliver. They would sit at the back of the yard and watch us sitting out on the patio with both Oliver and our little Molly. They moved on after a few nights and a couple of good meals. But, Oliver stayed. He has survived a rod in his leg all the way up to the thigh, hunger, an eye infection and the awful thing that crippled him and gave him a knarly tail... This kitten-cat has brightened our little empty-nest. We had no idea we needed a cat.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!