Three little sisters appeared upon our front porch 17 years ago. Their momma, Yin, was attentive, loving and managed to keep them together and safe. Their papa, Scruffy, was a “cat-about-the- hood” yet stayed close by his family and was extremely protective.
Shortly after appearing in our lives their momma was struck and killed by a car at the end of our driveway. My own mother, Leah, also died by automobile. I had an immediate, visceral connection with these motherless kittens.
Since Scruffy was not the least bit interested in giving up his cat-abouting-the-hood-adventures and becoming an indoor cat, he granted us permission to take in his children to care for them. And care for them we did.
The three sisters, Izzie, Maisie and Tigger lived well-loved, peaceful, safe lives along with several other formerly feral cats we brought off the streets and into our home. Shadow, being one of them, our “rough necking, rumble with our dogs” cat. Shadow was challenged by health issues later in his life. Maisie, one of the sisters, stuck by his side. She was with him day and night throughout his treatments making sure he knew he was loved and in good company. Read More