An American friend was staying with us at the time and one day around the end of June, I arrived home to find him in our kitchen with the smallest, most miserable looking kitten you have ever seen! He had found him wandering around our back yard, almost blind and half dead with cat flu, only a few weeks old, having been abandoned by it's mother. What a start! The vet had a look and said the kitten was lucky, another couple of days and he would have been a goner. So our work began, nursing this little guy back to health. As he was so young, we had to feed him with a plastic syringe on special formula (much like a baby really, including the night feeds)! We named him Oliver (like in the musical) because he was an orphan and he became part of our lives.
Oliver has gone from strength to strength and as you can see from his photograph has grown into a gorgeous tom cat.
We remained a one cat family for over two years, then in November last year, fate intervened again and Poppy joined our little family. Another homeless kitten, found this time by my aunt ended up in our care. By coincidence, she is the same breed as Oliver, with very similar colouring and markings. Her nature however could not be more different! Where Oliver is a very laid back, chilled out cat, Poppy on the other hand, is as hyper as you could imagine! One thing they both have very much in common is that they are extremely loving and affectionate creatures. Their antics never cease to make me laugh on a daily basis.
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