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| We had a beautiful black and white cat that lived across the street adopt us as well as most of the houses on our end of the street. She was loving and affectionate. We kept food for her and our outside cat Trumary on the front porch. We got real attached to the black and white cat and named her “Boots”. One night stray or wandering neighborhood dogs caught her sleeping in the open and attacked her. She died from the wounds. Trumary always slept under cover so she was safe. We kept the food out for Trumary. One day we noticed a small orange kitten following Trumary. I noticed that the kitten was snuggled up to Trumary while they slept. I don’t know where he came from but he had definitely adopted her as his mother. I sat a second bowl of dry cat food in the protected area of the porch. The orange kitty would not let us get close. I figured eventually food would calm his jitters. This is the first picture I made of him. Always before he ran and hid before I could get a shot. He hid amongst the bicycles and would sart out and eat a few bites while I watched through the window of the front door. |