Whitey

I wasn't a cat person. That was until i met Whitey and Tubs. 3 weeks old (or so we guessed) crying on a naturestrip on a scorching 40'c February morning. Im not gonna lie, it wasn't love at first sight, but we bonded every 2 hours over an eye dropper filled with kitten milk. I couldn't go to another room without them, they couldn't fall asleep unless some part of their paw/head/fat bloated-kitten-tummy was touching either me or each other. And now I couldn't imagine a Saturday morning without Whitey. Aww. Poor 'lil Tubs is still MIA after, I think, someone else took a liking to him on an evening in June last year.

Now

Saturday Morning.

Then

February 2009.