Kitty Kats

The Kittens Story

The house I bought came with a cat. A cat that the previous owner had just left. His name is Zyla. Turns out there were a number of wild, ferile cats on my street and with woods behind my house and across the street, they like to live right here. They have babies like these:

The women I work with have started calling me The Cat Whisperer because I have rescued so many kittens. I have heard, "Sean! Stop bringing those kittens to the office!"

I have done my best to catch, get fixed and save and find homes for the kittens. There have been quite a few litters...

Some have had to be feed with droppers, some were very sick and had to go to the vet.

But they are so cute!

I did say they are cute, right!?

But with much patience, I have fixed the reproducing kitties so they can't make more kittens, and found lots of loving homes for some furry friends. I am left with my original homeless kat, Zyla and his offspring, Baby Zy. She was one of the kittens I didn't catch, she grew up ferile and it took months of work to get her to let me pet and hold her. But once that barrier was broken, she was all about getting loved on and fed regularly. These are my big furballs: