Wednesday, November 28, 2012
This is Z. She's two and a half months old. And she's ours.
Her mom was a feral kitten that I spotted in December of 2011 and gave birth to Z and her brother Tiger mid-September of this year. My parents brought the kittens indoors during Hurricane Sandy which basically domesticated the babies (and gave momcat aspirations of being an indoor feral cat).
After a five hour car ride, tiny little Z is now home, free to chase countless balls of yarn and spend hours sitting in the sun watching the goings on below. Now if only we could get her litter trained and to stop trying to eat Christmas lights.
The responsibility is a little frightening. Proceeding to new life stages always takes a bit of settling in.