The day I knew was coming hitme in the face this morning
My sweet Teener, who I rescued in 2006, the last time I saw my buddy Phil before he lost his battle with Cancer. I was coming home from Phil's hours and as I rounded the corner on my street I saw something tiny in the road. I stopped and there were two tiny kittens that some ******* threw into the road. As I got out to investigate, one took off, the other was laying in the road, so I picked her up, wrapped her in a towel and took her inside, and didn't see any injuries but she was very week. After I got her settled in I went back outside and across the street to find the other kitten. Two hours later, I finally caught her, she was very Feisty but was so tiny that her claws and teeth couldn't break my skin. Once inside, I fixed them an area and the sister sat in my lap all day while I worked, sadly that evening she passed
Teener on the other hand was adjusting to her new home, one I had a big Black Momma cat, who Teener loved to torment, climbing on her back for a ride or just to lay down.
As Teener grew, she just got cuter and loved to jump up the door jams and slide down.
In time she grew up to be a good sized cat, never tried to go outside (until recently, as she was curious about my feral colony out the front door).
She grew into a big dominant kitty .
