this past summer, my husband and I had discussed getting a cat to make sure the mice didn't become a problem with the feed in the shed. We had decided that we would have just one, a male if at all possible, and that he would be an "outside" pet. So, I kept my ears open for mouser opportunities to present themselves. So, along comes August. My husband calls me one day and tells me he has found a kitten. It is at his mother's office (she is the office manager for a local hospice service) and was I interested? Well, of course I said yes, so he says he will let her know and she can bring it by the house on her way home from work. I happened to be out at the time she arrived, so she and my husband were on the front porch waiting for me with a rather odd look on their faces. Comes to find out, the one kitten in the box the nurse gave her (a nurse took the original 3 kittens from a patient who couldn't care for them any longer and saved them from further games of "toss the kitty" from some mean little boys) turned out to be 2-a boy and a girl. They couldn't have been more than 4 weeks old, they were so small. So, MIL offered to take one back the next morning if we wanted. God gave my husband a kind heart and so we decided to keep them both at least until they were older and bigger, we just couldn't' bear to split them up after that! The rest is history, as they say :)
I would like you to meet Silvio and his sister, Sissy. No, there is not great meaning behind their names. Silvio, when we first received him, had lots of crazy white hairs that gave him a silvery look from a distance. And Sissy, well, she meowed. Alot. She still does, but not to the extent that she once did. So, she's our little sissy crybaby, lol. Yeah, I'm not known for my profound maturity ;) Enjoy!
September. They have grown some, their eyes have turned from blue to green, and they have made themselves quite at home.
October. They were finally getting a taste of the outdoor life. They have indeed grown into their ears and eyes, I think :) However, Silvio has lost all but a few of the white hairs that gave him his silvery sheen. Ah well, he is still a charming fellow.
Apparently, I didn't take any of them in November, but by December they had grown to be just a bit bigger than poor Gunner. He takes it all in stride, though now they can give back to him as much as he gives them ;)
January 2010...their first encounter with snow