Our original black and white cat, appropriately named Mama, has been with us for 3 winters now. Each year she presents us with a new baby. This is the newest one. We have no idea where she has them, or where she keeps them until they are old enough to get around the neighbourhood. Maybe she only has one, or maybe only one lives........
Anyway, this dear little boy is just old enough now to jump down from our courtyard wall (or climb down the tree) to get to the food box.
He is still nursing on her, but she won't let him go for long, and he is gobbling down the cat kibble, so is on his way to being independent.
Here he is peering in from the tree - very skittish, of course, no petting any of these guys and gals, but it is endless entertainment watching them come and go and eat every day. In the summer when we are not here, our wonderful house sitter feeds them once a week, and that seems to get them through. Cats are much more able to fend for themselves food wise than dogs. We have Christened this little guy Maya (just in case He turns out to be a She).
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