A few days ago I mentioned we had been seeing a grey and white kitten scurrying around the garden, a tiny little thing, scared of it's own shadow.
I was sure it was abandoned or even maybe a feral.
He had been living under the potting shed, and if a person was to get too close, off he scampered to his safe little hidey-hole.
We've coaxed him out with food and treats and toys and kind words, and even though he's still a little skittish, we are slowly gaining his trust.
He absolutely loves Oliver cat, I think he believes it's his long-lost mother. Oliver has been so kind, not one paw-slap, or hiss, just a 'roll his eyes' look of disbelief when this little fellow takes over the food bowl.
We think he's about four months old, still a mere baby. It always amazes me how these tiny bodies survive the elements, and live off the land.
I'm still asking around the neighborhood to see if anyone has lost this sweet baby. In the meantime we'll be working on his social skills, and those blessed fleas !
