Then in the fall of the same year, right at nightfall, I heard a very sad, very cold mewling coming from a neighbor’s yard. None of the cats I had could have given birth, so I hunted down the sound and found a lone mid-hair Grey, only 1 day old according to the vet. I began bottle-feeding Bella immediately and she grew so beautifully, the vet was shocked she survived at all. She was then adopted by my oldest cat, who, having never had kittens, began nursing her in lactation. Then a sweet grey stripe tabby Sammy was found in my engine bay. Only 6 weeks old and so exhausted, she fell asleep in my hands, slept for 2 days, and woke up mine. Now I have 22 ferals and 4 domestic, and wouldn’t change a thing!
